I keep wishing one of the microbursts that's denuded our street trees over the last few years would do something about the rassenfrassen Norway Maple -- now a banned invasive! -- in our hell strip. It ain't ours, and we can't take it down, though I've freaking thought about it. There's a process, but the town says until it actively starts poking holes in the basement instead of destroying the sidewalk and my pocket-sized urban greenery, the chances of me succeeding on a tree appeal will never happen.
We also have a japanese red maple I planted too close to the house, but I keep it pruned so we do okay; a crabapple I idiotically planted as a twig from the national arbor day foundation in a raised bed, but it's taller than the house and gorgeous and also the cemetery for all three of my beloved furballs, so we keep it healthy; its sister crabapple in the front yard which has been bonsai'd by the aforementioned Norway Maple the Greatly Loathed, so while both twigs were planted simultaneously the backyard one is higher than the two story house and the front-yard one is literally 2 feet high.
Seriously, that Norway Maple is such an asshole I should call it the Ted Cruz of trees.
Meanwhile an adorable little maple on the other side of the hell strip died, the town dug it up and then kept screwing up replacing it (they brought over a dead tree, looked at the hole, looked at the dead tree, repeat, drove away) so I planted an adolescent Red Oak in the spot which confused them mightily.
the picture is crowley. I hope he likes the crabapple.
We also have a japanese red maple I planted too close to the house, but I keep it pruned so we do okay; a crabapple I idiotically planted as a twig from the national arbor day foundation in a raised bed, but it's taller than the house and gorgeous and also the cemetery for all three of my beloved furballs, so we keep it healthy; its sister crabapple in the front yard which has been bonsai'd by the aforementioned Norway Maple the Greatly Loathed, so while both twigs were planted simultaneously the backyard one is higher than the two story house and the front-yard one is literally 2 feet high.
Seriously, that Norway Maple is such an asshole I should call it the Ted Cruz of trees.
Meanwhile an adorable little maple on the other side of the hell strip died, the town dug it up and then kept screwing up replacing it (they brought over a dead tree, looked at the hole, looked at the dead tree, repeat, drove away) so I planted an adolescent Red Oak in the spot which confused them mightily.