‘Helicopters’ have been part of our garden language since before we had children. But having children meant that they learned our language too. And now it will be passed on to our grandchildren I’m sure!
Helicopters are those fabulous twin wings, the seeds of maple trees that twirl to the ground. We used to open the ends and try to affix them to our noses and see how long they would stay there. Didn’t you?
This week we decided that the farm needs a maple tree. And sure enough, I was attracted to a small Flame maple because it has gorgeous helicopters! I may well curse them in later years, but I am hoping that our mower will help me deal with that issue. For now, we marvel at the red propellers.
My old flame
I can’t even think of his name
But it’s funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame
A July heatwave is an awkward time to be tree planting. We are having a few cooler days with some cloud cover and cool nights. I am hoping that will set things off to a good start. Yesterday I marked the spot and began digging a hole. At dinner time, DH was lured into the challenge. We made a fine start, but the area is dry, compacted and full of rocks. We visited our neighbor and borrowed a pick axe. We still needed a deeper hole, so soaked it and left it overnight. Worked like a charm! We mixed some of the earth with compost and eventually got everything installed at the right level, watered, staked and even protected the trunk with a tree guard. A pipe was installed so that we could water the roots directly. All the gimmicks are there for a while at least. And the pick axe has been returned.
My old flame
My new lovers all seem so tame
For I haven’t met a gent
So magnificent or elegant
As my old flame
The My Old Flame lyrics by Billie Holiday
We are full of hope for our Acer Flame. Come Fall, the leaves are supposed to turn bright red. We shall see. I expect it may go through some stress, but we will remain vigilant. I have checked on our new maple at least 20 times this afternoon and all is well.
High hopes for our helicopter tree! May he turn into a magnificent and elegant gent.