Friday, May 26th, 2006
I noticed this morning that another giant branch has fallen off the old pecan tree between our house and the neighbors’. Back in March a branch broke off during a storm, but this time there was no storm.
Makes me nervous that the old girl is doomed. It’s a really big tree, and I love really big trees, especially pecan trees. Pecan trees are possibly my favorite type of tree, though they have strong competition from sycamores.
They have a distinctive shape that reminds me of a hand. A thick trunk that splits low into several heavy branches, leaving a little nook in the middle.
Also, Darwin proposed to me under a pecan tree, so they’ve always been “our” tree.
We had a beautiful one behind the first house we rented. The best thing about that house was the plants – that tree and the most gorgeous deep fuchsia Mobile azaleas by the front porch.
Now, we have this one. Technically, I think it belongs to our neighbors. The property line extends several feet beyond our fence, but we’re not exactly sure where.
Either way, the last branch fell onto our property, so Darwin ended up being the one to hack it up and haul it off. (Our friend D helped and took home some for firewood)
This one fell parallel to our property line, so I’m not sure what will happen to it.
There’s some weird white stuff on the place where the branch met the trunk, and it was on the first branch, too. I wonder if it’s some kind of mold or a tree disease or something.
Anyway, I’ll be very sad if the old girl dies. We’ll have to plant a new one in her honor, or a whole grove.