I’m not really a tree person. I like trees. I like to look at trees. I’m always happy that trees are there but I don’t think I’m the kind of person who would say, “Let’s plant an Elm tree.” I might say that about an Apple tree or a Pear tree. And infact I did say that about a Medlar tree just the other day. But when it comes to those kinds of trees that you really should be able to recognise the leaves of… hmm no.
So, the fact that I have inherited a garden with the most beautiful, epic and very, very tall Elm tree in it is a bit unsettling. I’m beginning to like it though. The squirrels love it. They climb up to the most wobbly of highest branches and throw things down. At me? Maybe.
According to some neighbours there is a raccoon family that come back every year to the tree to raise their babies. Raccoons are new to me and so I was looking forward to that.
Yes I was getting very attached to my epic Elm tree until the parks department sent me a letter that said the tree might have Dutch Elm disease and that if it did then it would have to come down.
All of a sudden, after having no feelings what so ever for this tree, I felt sad. I tried to imagine the garden without the tree and realised that it would make a stark difference to just about everything. And what about the raccoons!
Anyway, the tree was tested for the disease and the first results came back negative. After the second pass we’ll know for sure. But in the meantime I think I might just give it some water.