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Thursday, June 23, 2011

Where did all the birch trees go?

Back in the day--when we bought our piece of heaven, that is-- we had a section of land far removed from the house and toward the property line on one side where a stand of white birch trees stood. There were at least sixty trees there. I just loved them. The sight of the foliage fluttering in the high wind was so pretty and you could hear the breeze through the leaves. It sounded rather a bit like a whisper. That was why I wanted our place called Whispering Birches.

But that was before we had found tons of rocks and boulders just barely covered by soil. Every time we tried digging a whole for a tree we found rocks...tons of them! Tom then decided Hidden Rock was more accurate a name. As we couldn't agree--a very rare thing for us-- we never really did name our spot on earth. It's just plain old home.
Anyway, over the years, the birch trees died, one by one, a few every year. Birch trees, you see, are not a long lived tree. They are fast growers which makes their wood weak and therefore, they just don't live as long as other, harder wooded trees. On average Birch trees live 30-40 years and apparently we bought our property in the autumn of their lives.

During the vicious storm that rained huge hail down on us and did enough damage to be going on with--including my poor greenhouse--this birch tree went down, popping the roots right out of the super-soaked and soft ground. It was the second to last white birch tree we have left.
This is the last one and as you can clearly see, it's already leaning. It can go at any time and then Whispering Birches will be no more. Well, I guess it was a good thing we didn't settle for that name.

This is what is left of that downed tree. Tom chopped it up--is it chopped when you use a chainsaw? I don't think so-- before I got the chance to take a photo of it whole and down where it landed. That's what you get when a procrastinator lives with a...what's the total opposite of a procrastinator? Well, whatever it is, that would be Tommy. If I don't do things right then and there, the moment's gone. Tom will make sure of that!
So, the place where the birch trees were we naturally called the under the birches place. What in the world are we going to call it now? Well, as there are a few white and scotch pines, several forsythia bushes, a couple of honeysuckle shrubs and a viburnum or two, there is no clear cut name. Maybe I should take votes.

There are several stumps of what were birch trees, the last remnants of our trees.

It took us several trips of dragging these huge branches to the back 40. perhaps I'll shred them and make wood chips from them. More likely Tom will burn them on a rainy day. He's very cautious about fire, you see. For now this is all that remains of a once majestic tree. Poor thing.


  1. You could call your place the "Lennon Grove"? I love birch trees but you rarely see them in NC at all.

  2. That sounds too much like Lemon grove which would only cause confusion. Lemons growing in Greentown??? How can this be? I'd have people coming to the house just to see this bizarre thing.

  3. hi..Nice blog..all the birches is characteristically marked with long horizontal lenticels, and often separates into thin papery plates.

  4. For cosmetic use, an infusion of birch leaves or bark added to your bath water freshens the skin. The Appalachian and Ozark people chewed the twigs of Betula lenta to clean their teeth.

  5. Good to know, BCG. Leave it to Native Americans to know exactly what to do with most plants.

  6. i like this tree but i couldn't hep those.

  7. The theme of this site is very glorious related to flowers.I like to go in the garden daily and see the flowers.


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