2013-07-25 / Lifestyles

Living on Forest Lane

Lois A. Corcoran

Our early years saw us living down south on a street called Forest Lane. Rather ironic, given that it was devoid of trees. My better half has since made up for lost time in that department.

Soon after moving home, he morphed into Danny Appleseed. Not to mention cherry and walnut. In all, he planted 14 trees on our itty bitty city lot. For a while there, every day was Arbor Day.

Besides the maple that beat us here, our front yard features wall to wall evergreens. They really spruce up the place, if you’ll forgive the pun.

Watching Dan plant one day, a neighbor said, “You know, once they grow, we won’t be able to see your house.”

“Yup,” said Dan, “that’s the idea.” We like our privacy, and trees help promote that feeling. Sure, it would be faster to build a fence, but where’s the fun in that?

Besides, our forest was dirt cheap. We received a few saplings free from a promotion years ago. Dan “borrowed” the rest from our property in Stonington, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor.

Evergreens require no raking, of course, and very little maintenance.

It takes twice as long to cut grass around them, though, Dan admits. And they’re too big to mow down now.

The morning after a storm, I heard a chainsaw as I worked in my kitchen.

Peeking out the window, I saw one of our huge maple trees sprawled in the front yard, its tip inches from the house. A city crew was already slicing it up. Like, how did I miss that?

While I mourned the loss of that beautiful giant, at least we see the fireworks better now.

Moving to the backyard, one finds our apple tree with its extensive medical history. It lost major limbs over the years, the victim of a few storms. After the last episode, it looked unbalanced, so Dan evened it out with a chainsaw. Too bad there’s no cure for its gnarly apples.

Then there’s the cherry tree we planted 14 years ago, which has yet to yield enough for a fruit cup. The handful I see each year vanish before I can harvest them.

Dan secured a wooden owl to a post next to the tree but it failed to fool the birds, our smarter co-residents on Forest Lane.

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