A few months ago someone asked me what advice I would give new gardeners. Here's my two cents - cultivate a sense of humor and don't give up when plants die.
Sometimes - no matter what you do, it happens. With no warning,my favorite Redbud tree, Cercis canadensis 'Hearts of Gold' sang it's final song in mid-summer. It was the centerpiece of my back garden for 15 years - I affectionately called it the Neil Young tree. It was perfect for this spot - big enough to make a statement without overpowering the rest of the garden. Every morning I admired the graceful heartshaped leaves from my living room window. It accentuated the gold theme I had going on so nicely. Sigh...
It's downward spiral began in early spring. I knew something was up when it produced hardly any flowers. Tiny sick looking leaves followed. It looked like it was suffering from drought, but that was not the case. I flashed back to last summers flooding and high water table. I suspected Phytopthora, a soilborn fungus that affects the vascular system of the plant.
I treated it with a systemic fungicide, but it didn't help. By late June, this is what it looked like. It felt like loosing an old friend.
I couldn't bear to look at it. I thought about cutting the poor thing down, but then I'd have a big hole right in the middle of summer. I was stuck with a dead tree and no ideas.
Community sailing at the Sodus Bay Junior Sailing Club
When they came over to commiserate over the demise of my cherished tree a few weeks ago, they had no shortage of ideas. Nellie said, "why don't you cut off the dead branches and make it into a Charlie Brown tree? You could hang things on it." "Spanish moss," added Martha - she ran home to get some. Nellie climbed up my ladder and began lopping off branches.
While she was doing that, I scoured my garden shed for suitable things to hang from the remaining branches. Most of them - birdhouses, bells, chimes and such looked too busy and kind of silly. I needed a theme. That's when I remembered the hanging driftwood sculptures I bought from the neighborhood kids last summer.
I never figured out exactly what to do with them but they looked right at home in this tree.
With the driftwood beachy thing going on, this creation called out for plants. I surveyed my collection of suffering houseplants and things I didn't have a home for. Too sunny for ferns and sedums might not be big enough to show up. My eyes landed on a group of bromeliads tucked away in the corner of the patio. I've never figured out a good way to showcase them outside and this was my chance. After all, they grow up trees - at least in Florida, and they don't need much watering.
I tried wiring the pots into the crotches of the tree but they were too heavy and kept falling out. I gave up and made my own version of a pot using burlap, potting soil and green twine.
I hope I don't get busted by the bromeliad police for doing this, but I bundled the root ball of each plant in burlap, filled it with potting soil and tied it at the top with green twine. Then I wedged each one into a crotch and tied it to the branch.
Voila! The Spanish moss covered the rootballs and made them look like they belonged.
The moss gives a southern effect to the whole thing. It keeps the rootballs from drying out too. I mist them periodically with the hose and they're happy in their new home - at least for now. When fall hits, I'll repot them in their original container and take them back inside.
I had so much fun with this project, I almost forgot about the pain of losing the tree.
I'll eventually replace it with something, but I have all fall and winter to think about it.
And if nothing else, it's a great conversation piece.
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