Well, we're going to lose our beloved magnolia tree on Saturday. The crack has worsened significantly over the last few days since I noticed it, there's already lots of decay inside, and the carpenter ants are having a field day with it all.
It's ironic really because there are 8 trees on our little square of property, and they all either drop something irritating (maple helicopters, rotting cherries) or are kind of ugly...except this one. I loved this one. It gives us shade on the patio and back of the house, and it's the first thing to bloom in the spring.
I didn't even know what kind of tree it was until this year when it bloomed in April (I think?) and surprised me. Magnolias will always remind me of springtime in college when, after suffering through the worst frigid days all winter long, those pink blooms were a beautiful sign of beautiful days on the horizon. I was so happy to have one of our own in the yard to let me be nostalgic for those times again every year.
The tree guy asked how attached to it I was, and actually gave me the option of thinning it out, putting a huge bolt through the trunk and basically wiring it back together (at a higher cost than cutting it down - by the way), but that obviously doesn't make any sense. It's not going to get any better; it's not going to repair itself. It would just be delaying the inevitable day we'd still have to cut it down (or it falls down and causes more damage). It's a no brainer.
Thanks for all the shady times, Mags - we'll miss you!
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