How to begin?
It finally happened. It had to.
He was hanging on by a thread, er bungee cord.
The Financier and I had both noticed that Ferngully, whose entire story can be read by clicking here, was crumbling fast. (If you do not know how magnificent Ferngully once was, please do click to read about it. He deserves at least that much.) It seemed this large limb stump was only being held up by the equally crumbling old pallet on which some stone had been delivered. The big family get together at Thanksgiving will be held very soon. The offspring and their offspring run like whistling winds through the garden, totally out of control and loving every minute. The thought of a big old chunk of Ferngully falling on any of them cemented the decision to take him down. Now.
The prop was removed and actually fell apart itself. We gave the once proud branch a poke and down it came with a crash. It was much larger and heavier than we had imagined. There was the hint of a shiver as it barely missed our pink sloggered footie. We gave the main trunk a shove to see how stable it was. It moved easily back and forth. Thought was given about the least damaging spot for it to fall. It was decided that it should be pushed toward the back property line to land on the path to the compost bin. If it hit the Leyland Cypresses behind the path there should not be too great a loss of limb. We, and when we refer to we in this blog, it is the royal we, for it is just me, walked around to the lower side and started to push in the desired direction.
Intermission
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The cameras were put well out of the way of what was to come next. There is no image captured of the actual push and shove match between me and the rotting maple carcass. It seems there was some dispute about which way he was going to go out in a full blaze of glory.
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We now resume the story.
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It happened so fast. I was putting my legs into the push for added strength. Leather gloved hands gave the old heave ho towards the evergreens which loosened the final strands of wood holding Ferngully aright. But instead of going backwards, he came right towards me. There was no stopping his momentum and my thoughts went to getting out of the way as quickly as possible. I jumped over the shrubs to the left and was just missed by the thudding tree trunk. It splintered apart but had fallen on one of the deciduous azaleas, seen leaning wrongly just to the right of the heap.
Lucky again, I was spared, only hit by a chunk of flying wood on the leg. The azalea, Rhododendron ‘My Mary’ was not as fortunate. With great effort and using the shovel as a lever, the remaining large piece was rolled over and a branch end wedged underneath to hold it in place. Half of the branches were broken on the azalea, it will take a few years to return to what it once was but should recover.
The mess o’ Ferngully was removed from the plants that were covered, the larger bits that is, for this is some primo composted material. For now the pathway to the arbor is blocked, but there is another route that can be taken. The trunk was wrestled back to the place we had wanted it to fall in the first place, back by the cypress hedge. It will be dealt with at a later date as well.
I am too tired to do any more about it today. And more than a little sad. Even though the sadder time was when the tree was felled back in the fall of 2003, the standing sentinel with arms outstretched was a focal point and font of power in the Fairegarden. Now it is gone. Farewell dear friend. You will be missed and remembered as your remains are spread hither and yon on the garden beds. Thank you.
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The before and after shots above feature the Ferngully replacement red maple mentioned in the original story. It has grown quite a bit since being placed in 2000 but was a very small stick when planted. Insignificant compared to the girth of FG I.
*Not only is this a story about the end of Ferngully as we knew him, it is about the Picture This Photo Contest from Gardening Gone Wild. It seemed that the subject for the judging this month of The End Of The Line, both literally and figuratively fit into what happened to the old maple trunk. For Ferngully, it is definitely the end of the line. Finding a shot that seemed appropriate and beautiful at the same time proved impossible. We went with appropriate.
The above image is our entry. The trunk of Ferngully, RIP, is was near the southeast corner of our property. A power line pole sits at the corner, holding the lines for three homes, including our garage which was once a seperate address. The lines bisect the blue sky with the hulking mass of rotting wood on the left. Bits of finished rudbeckias at the bottom, leafless maples on the right and the old reinforcing wire entwined by native honeysuckle, Lonicera sempervirens complete the rectangle. A few poufy clouds add the finishing touch. Linear, man. The end.
This photo was loaded full size, it has not been resized to save space and loading time. It has been resized and added to the Picture This page on my sidebar, but this version is the photo I would like to be considered for this months contest.
Frances
In way too much pain to comment like I want to. Enjoyed the story.
The poor old tree did its duty to the end. You must be careful in the garden or you will get your Royal We smashed. I hope the azalea comes back strong for you.
oh,my,Frances. You have proved once again how dangerous garden can be! I was startled just reading that the tree feel in the wrong direction! So glad you are unscathed! I enjoyed reading the original Ferngully story. A fine tree, who will be dearly missed, and used as compost for Fergully Replacement, 😉 a lovey tale with a very complete ending. I hope Ferngully replacement grows tall and strong.
We gardeners sure live a wild and dangerous life! I’m sorry Ferny finally died… but at least its demise served for inspiration for the photo contest.
A great photo for the contest, Frances, but the story of Ferngully is even better. I did click over to see him in his original glory. It’s so sad to lose a big, beautiful tree like this, isn’t it? It’s not something that can be replaced as easily as an azalea bush. Glad to know you weren’t hurt in the demise of Ferngully. Your garden seems to be an exciting place full of possible danger–rat snakes, climbing ladders to reach tall plants, and now falling trees! Take care, Frances!
Good morning Frances, how sad to see Ferngully coming to his end…. the king has passed away… new life to the king!!!
Nothing dies, there´s only transformation…
Hugs
María Cecilia
Oh, Ferngully, we hardly knew you~ Which is true~ You blogged about Ferngully before I discovered your Royalness;) He was a magnificent and marvelous Nurse Tree. It’s good to know that his bounty will continue to bless the garden…Good luck in the photo contest~~ See you soon! gail
wow! What a story, I was at the edge of my seat. I love to hear the passion you felt about your old tree. It is always sad to lose one, rotted or not. All of your photos are great and really show your story. Good luck in the contest.
Alas, poor Ferngully! I can certainly appreciate why you kept his remains propped up. On our route to our CSA, we pass a decaying tree. The remains of one large branch protrude over the road and look exactly like a big wooden carving of an alligator head! It’s the most amazing thing, and a joy to me every time I see it, but like all good things, I know that this too must pass, and one spring I’ll take that road and find no alligator waiting for me. Sob! And, er, sad as I am for poor Mary, I can only say, thank God the trunk didn’t fall on Admiral Semmes!!! Or, obviously, on you. That leap over the shrubs must have been quite something—worthy of the Olympics or at least the Highland Games. It’s amazing what we can do when we must!
Frances, will you please promise to ask for help next time you tackle something as big as taking down a tree? You are lucky you didn’t twist an ankle or worse shrub jumping. I’m sorry to see old Ferngully go, but at least it can live on in the garden as mulch.
Your entry in this month’s photo contest is quite a departure from your usual style. I’ve never considered my power poles as good subjects for a photo, but you’ve shown how even that can be artistic. Good job.
It was good that you weren’t seriously injured! Too bad about Azaleas. Maybe they will come back with a vengeance next year.
Taking down old trees can be dangerous but necessary evil.
Good morning Frances. Well you did all you could for Ferngully 😉 It will make some great compost though. I hate change though, I get use to seeing something around for years and then something happens to throw it all out of whack. (The old dog, new tricks syndrome) 😉 You plant things to go under, around, upon and over then you have to rethink and move stuff. Stubborn tree to the end huh? Glad you did not get squashed. Fast on your feet you say 😉
My condolences on the loss of Ferngully Frances.
As I read I was thinking ‘oh no, please don’t tell me you’re going to take Ferngully out by yourself.’ The only thing slowing down the old ticker was knowing you wrote this post afterwards. I’m so glad you weren’t hurt Frances. This is quite a dramatic entry for the End of the Line photo contest – good luck with your entry.
Hmm, maybe the royal “we” should be a true “we” when you’re climbing ladders and knocking over big tree trunks, Frances. I’m glad you didn’t get squashed! So sorry to see Ferngully go, but you got a nice picture out of it.
Sorry to hear about the loss of your old friend. Now, Ferngully lives on in mythology, which has a far longer lifespan, when you think about it. A story well told, and fortunately for all of us you didn’t get squashed in the making of it.
Sounds like Ferngully was given more of a chance than most trees are when they are taken down. At least his trunk was there for years for the birds and insects. Now it can feed the plants around where it once was. Our neighbors took a huge maple down 2 years ago and left a large stump like FG. I always wondered why they’ve left it, maybe it had sentimental meaning to them too.
Hi Frances,
Well, it is always sad to lose an old friend. I am thankful you weren’t hurt when he decided to take a detour to his final resting place. What a great entry for End of the Line and a tribute to Ferngully.
Ferngully had a good run, a beautiful tree before the decline.
Oh my goodness, what adventures you have in your garden, Frances! It’s always a good idea to stay out of the way of racing cars and falling trees . . . good job!
How sad to lose your tree and friend. I don’t care about the circle of life at such times, I just want my pretty tree/plant/etc. back!
Frances, You do have some of the most unusual adventures! 😉 Glad to know you weren’t hurt!! Landscapes are always changing. It will be interesting to see what you do here.
Frances have you plum lost your mind? What were you thinking pushing over a huge rotten tree trunk like that when two or more young strong men will be visiting you shortly. Have I mentioned my crushed right leg still hurts a bit from the 650 pounds of drywall that fell on it when the weight sent it in the opposite direction of my intentions. Guess what the lesson learned was. Patience is a virtue, ie wait for help.
As I read your post I was reminded of the book, The Giving Tree. Always sad to loose a beautiful tree.
Wow, a real end of the line, that’s for sure. Very sad but it sounds like Ferngully led a good life. I agree this photo contest was a little tricky!
Poor Ferngully… 😦 I’m glad you didn’t get hurt. I’m impatient, too, plus I just love to meddle with stuff like that. I would not have had the willpower to wait for someone else to take down the beloved tree.
Sad to loose a dear friend but nature moves on and other opportunities present. A great entry for the photo competition.
Poor Ferngully, he will be missed but has in the meantime furnished Fairgardener with such a richness that much time has caused. I’m glad you were able to remove yourself from harm. That was a dangerous undertaking.
I do wish you the best of luck.
We had to take out a huge maple that was in our back yard because it was rotting from within and leaning towards the house. The stump took a long time to rot out, and the flickers just loved it. Now that spot is where the new strawberry bed is. Even though I knew it had to come out because of the menace to our home, it just tore me up to lose that tree. And we hadn’t even named it. I can imagine how you feel about Ferngully’s demise.
When we had the ice storm three years ago it took me months to recover from the depression that all the ravaged trees in our yard gave me.
Now, enjoy all that wonderful compost and your family visiting you.
Frances I am so glad you included the link to your fabulous Maple tree… What a presence he had in your garden… beautiful tree. Must have been hard to lose him in the first place and then the final falling… the compost will be appreciated. I have two hundred year plus maples too that are cabled and sadly one near the house lost a large limb last winter in an ice storm… pretty scary as they loom over the house… I am having work done on them any day now. I was so struck by your photo of the maple with lichen and the fennel in front… that is truly a stunning photo. I am a bit confused… you bought your next door neighbors house for your garage?? Your garage had a crush on it or you used the house as your new garage? Or maybe I just read the whole thing wrong… it being 3AM in the morning. Love the new photos too. Sad about all those trees dying. From the looks of yours he had a long life. Carol
Good morning Frances, What a shame to lose such a grand structure in your garden. You are darn lucky not to have been hit with it as it came down!
Good thing to get it down before the family comes for Thanksgiving.
As you well know, Frances, all good things must come to an end … I still miss the 6 old elms that had to be removed almost 30 years ago because of Dutch elm disease. My gardens/yard have changed over the years but I still long for my old friends.
Frances, what a story! Ferngully will be missed, but will live on in your story and your gardening heart.
Love the selected photo-good luck. But, and this is a big but!!, you must be more careful and less do it yourself in the garden. What would we do with out you??
Great pic! BTW, Fran replied and said that they were using the first pic. You might want to set them straight. 😉
“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” – thank heavens your royal We-ness (Lisa’s name is toooo good) was around each time Ferngully was diminished, Frances, so we could all hear the sound.
Good luck with the photo contest!
Annie at the Transplantable Rose
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