A new neighbor....Maidenhair Fern
This is the Spruce tree I moved.
I have been trying to make a decision concerning a spirea bush in the back yard. It is pretty for only a few days a year and is a magnet for dead nettles. I'm making an effort to get rid of the intrusive plant (dead nettle) or at least slow it down. We have two spruce trees that I planted years ago that are in back of other trees. What would happen if I replaced the spirea with one of the spruce trees?
With shovel in hand I started digging around the spirea to see if this was possible. My first attempt, yesterday, was futile. Today I decided to try again. I used my pruners to cut the roots away. This seemed to help but I needed to go behind the bush. I was hoping to avoid this as it is on the edge of the hillside.
I kept plugging away and finally it started to loosen. Eventually I got it out and tossed it in the gully. It will probably grow in the woods so I don't feel too guilty about digging out the innocent plant.
Next step was getting the tree out of the ground. I dug with one hand and held on to a tree with the other. This was not working so I used both hands and grabbed the nearby tree when I started to lose my balance.
The spruce came out rather easily as it was planted on the hillside and ground was very moist from all the rain.
I placed the spruce in the hole left by the bush...not deep enough..I dug and dug and wondered how anything grew in this hard- pan. I added some good soil, watered, covered with fir bark and stomped all around it.
It looked a little crooked so I turned it this way and that until I was satisfied. Later, I showed it to Joe and he pulled it this way and that until he was satisfied.
So happy I made the decision. Hope the tree lives.
It has been a few days since the transplant. Tree seems to be doing well and happy with neighbors.
About the new neighbors. The honeysuckle is wild and beautiful. The rhododendron became wild. It now grows between maple trees, salal and Oregon grape.
Sometimes getting rid of something is an even greater pleasure than getting something in the first place. Especially if getting rid of it was a bit of a wrench. I have little empty spots in my cluttered house, and every time I look at them, I get a little thrum of pleasure that the whatever is gone, thanks to my bravery in getting rid of it.
ReplyDeleteYou are so ambitious to have done all that work. I am such a lazy thing.
Beautiful pictures. You are a woman of steel and of sense.
ReplyDeleteAppreciate your comments so much. Thanks.
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