3 Tree Interventions and a 10/10 1-Day Special

For months, I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my poor quince tree, which kept getting fire blight, a disease that can kill fruit trees like apples, pears and quince. I had tried tree Reiki and trimming off affected leaves and branches, but to no avail. I finally emailed Raintree Nursery, from whom I purchased the then healthy quince in Spring 2014. They sent me a link from nearby Purdue University of all places, with additional tips for managing fire blight. Apparently, I had not been removing far enough down the sick branches, so I’ve been trying to find a balance between compassion for this tree, minimal maintenance, and yet wanting to protect the rest of my home orchard from a potentially fatal bacterial disease.

David has listened to me go back and forth for months about Young Quince. Do I move him to an isolated location even further away from the black walnut Quince can supposedly tolerate? Do I cut him down? Do I keep trimming branches and hope he doesn’t infect my other trees? Decisions, decisions. I hate to cut down a healthy tree, but I also hate to knowingly expose others to this illness. In fact, Quince has not been a healthy tree, but I still felt like he deserved a fighting chance. I had called my mulch guy, Joe, who’s also an arborist to get his take, but he’s often in trees and not always able to return non-business calls. I inquired with other people who have quince trees, and no one could tell me if I should give major pruning another go or just cut my losses.

Yesterday, my friend Nicole came over to help me transplant shrubs, pull out morning glory and plant some of the hundreds of spring bulbs I felt compelled to order this year. As we worked outside on this beautiful day, it occurred to me to ask her if she knew anything about fire blight. As a matter of fact, she did! She had worked on a farm whose trees had fire blight and actually participated in the extensive, specific type of pruning. As far as she knew, the trees all survived, so we got out the loppers and some herbal antibacterial wipes, then started pruning Quince way back, eight inches below the last point of infection.

As soon as we finished, my mulch guy, Joe, drove by several times in his big tree service truck, waving each time and finally stopping to chat. He apologized for not getting back to me about my quince tree, but said it sounded like we did the right thing for a young tree. “Give it a chance!” Meanwhile, he explained why we kept seeing him drive back and forth on our street: he was helping the city remove all the dead ash trees on our block.

I had heard that all the street trees on our block were slated for removal in 2016 to make way for sidewalks, and I’ve been obsessively inquiring with anyone and everyone who might hold sway over that process. To no avail. Everyone denied knowing anything about trees on our block being cut down in 2016. Well! That’s because they’re being cut down in 2015. Yesterday, we learned from Joe that in addition to the several ash trees up the street, the two giant maples closest to the blue house would also be coming down “tomorrow” — as in today.

“Do you realllllly need to cut the maples?” I asked about six different times. “Yes, they’re not healthy. We’ve been over this. They’re rotting at the core. If they fall in a storm, they’ll blow out the power lines to the North side of town or crush these cars and houses.” And indeed, we have been over this before, but I kept trying to run interference for these trees. Knowing they might be gone in 2016 is partly what instigated my overly obsessive bulb buying frenzy and tree planting extravaganza. The only nice things on our street are my gardens and those trees.

I felt good that I had prepared myself for the seemingly inevitable, but I still cried about those trees. I talked to them and told them what would be happening to them on Friday. I went inside our house and took a photo of the one I love to look at through our skylight:

Maple through skylight

I went outside and thanked the maples for cleaning our air and for the beautiful sounds through their leaves. I thanked them for providing beauty for as long as they could until I got more trees in the ground in our yard and the yard next door. I took photos of them so that I could put them on our Samhain altar to honor the Ancestors and those no longer with us:


I sent them Reiki and cried a little more while telling David what was slated to happen on Friday. To make myself feel a little better, I made arrangements with the city arborist to plant a self-fertile persimmon tree on the north end of our lot, so that we’d have a beautiful street tree growing next spring from years of piled wood mulch out front. I also recognized that my saving Quince seemed like a balance. How could I complain about people cutting down healthy trees instead of trimming only their injured or diseased parts if I myself ripped out a still living tree just trying to create beauty and fruit?

Majestic maples

Nicole and I processed the imminent tree death together and reminded ourselves that this is why we do what we do — to ensure we still have trees and beauty, especially in those areas that need them most. And then I let it go, sharing in an email to my fellow tree loving and wood mulch gardening friend Kimber:

I am so glad for buying all those bulbs and trees and shrubs. They are cutting down all the street trees on this block tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. 😦 Joe got the bid and is giving me mulch. I am sad, but also seeing the opportunities for new growth up and down the street. I emailed [the city arborist] about getting a persimmon on the north edge of my long standing wood mulch pile up front. Joe thinks it would be a good spot and still room for smaller drop offs.

So I guess people were technically telling me the truth that the trees were not coming down in 2016. They are coming down in 2015. I would be losing my sh!t if I didn’t have all these hundreds of bulbs already in, plus hundreds more, plus the witch hazel, privet hedge, cherries, climbing rose and a gooseberry going in up front next door. Really, I am so grateful I listened to my intuition to plant excessively, to plant gorgeous things NOW, because I am doing OK with this. A little sad, but without those things, I would be totally traumatized and unable to live here without those trees. Other than our yard, they are the only nice things on this block, so yeah, important to cut them all down. I will use this for leverage, though, and do what I can to get edible ornamentals or super fast growing ornamentals on the street.

I barely slept last night, and every time I awoke, I spoke to the tree through the skylight, holding vigil with it before this morning’s massacre.

Except the massacre never came.

I saw Joe this afternoon, and the dead and dying ash trees came down as planned, but suddenly, in this new reality, he checked the maples, and they are good for another 4-5 years! No need to cut them down. He will just continue to trim limbs if they start getting too close to the power lines. My eyes bugged out and I asked him a few more times, “So the maples don’t need to come down after all?! You’re not cutting them down today?” “Nope, they’re good, solid trees. You shouldn’t have any trouble with those for at least 4-5 years.”

I didn’t argue, and while I had him in my yard asked him to look at Quince. Apparently, Nicole and I did a great job, so we all hope Quince recovers. I sent Joe off with chocolate mint for his daughter, collards for him, and pineapple sage for tea or smoothies. He’ll be back tomorrow with a giant load of hardwood chips for paths, but he won’t be touching those maples.

I don’t know if a couple months ago, my cutting back the black walnut saplings that had been growing from their trunks had anything to do with the maples’ sudden return to health, or if faery magick, or tree devas did the trick, but whatever happened, I feel so relieved and grateful! The dead trees are gone and have made room for front yard gardens. Our city arborist is now keen to plant edible ornamentals as street trees on our block, and my two stately maple friends will continue to whisper in the wind and clean the air.

In gratitude and celebration of three tree interventions, I’m offering a 10/10 1-Day Special on Saturday, 10/10/15. For Saturday only, any hour long sessions purchased on that date will be $101.01 instead of the usual $175 (or $111 for tarot). I don’t have immediate availability to schedule, but this celebratory 1-Day Special rate holds through 11:59 p.m. East Coast US Daylight time on 10/10/15.

Please contact me if you’d like to purchase one or more of these specials. And whether you contact me or not, please go hug a tree. They’re wise beings and good friends. Long live the trees!

15 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by manyhahama1955 on October 9, 2015 at 9:50 pm

    Beautiful story, Laura! Blessed be and long live the trees. I am so happy for them and you! : )



  2. Posted by Sky on October 9, 2015 at 11:21 pm

    So glad to hear of your maple trees being spared! What a great “rest of the story” twist! May you and they relax and rejoice!


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  3. Wow! Such amazing news for the trees. I am so thankful. Magic works!

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  4. Posted by Deanna on October 10, 2015 at 1:50 am

    Resonates deeply with me. A couple years ago they chopped eight towering trees in my courtyard. One touched my third floor screen and the rustle and seasonal changes were a joy….I sat on his stump for a long time after the slaughter…took pieces of wood for a memorial, cried and talked to the last one they left standing right in the middle of the courtyard all by his lonesome. I wasn’t the only one crying which I took some comfort in… I’m happy for you and your trees!

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  5. Posted by Barbara on October 10, 2015 at 2:19 am

    Wonderful story, Laura, thank you. Meanwhile, my crazy neighbour who rents next door continues to hack away at the fruit trees in her yard. I wrote a comment about this to you some time ago, and it is still breaking my heart. There is nothing I can do about it because if I say anything, it makes the situation worse. Yesterday it was time for the second pear tree to be attacked and I had to close all my window curtains facing her lot. She has totally destroyed three apple trees, two pear trees, two cherry trees, and one plum tree. I do not understand this mentality and am at a loss as to how to console the trees and myself. So I send them love, thank them, and do my very best to keep my vibes high while I live close to such insanity. Love to you and love to your Maples and to Young Quince. Thanks for listening. B.

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    • Hi Barbara, the situation you describe is the kind that makes me go, “When nothing else can work, use magic.” Or Reiki. A nice Reiki Healing Attunement on that property would raise the vibration enough that those people might feel uncomfortable enough there to move somewhere more compatible with their vibration. Then, just attract people who will appreciate and recognize the sacredness of that grove of fruit trees. How do you think our neighborhood’s changing so fast?! It’s not all luck. Some things have been helped along, and people have the option of raising their vibration or leaving. The land is healing, and so are the people here. 🙂 There is always SOMETHING that can be done … just not always in the mundane world. Fortunately, we live in a magical world, which opens another whole realm of possibilities. Don’t give up on those trees! 🙂



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  7. Posted by CindyW on October 10, 2015 at 2:21 pm

    thanks for the reminder, Laura! I went on a “river cleanup” a couple of weeks ago & was the only adult participating. I secretly took something a blogger similar to Sarah Anne Lawless had recommended, for the intention of healing the river (some special water). At first I thought, what I’m doing doesn’t mean anything. But then I thought, “you are the only one who is going to walk this river and do this, so you have to do it.” And then the other day, I found a postcard – when I was a child 55 years ago, my family used to go swim in that river! it was not so polluted then. so it always matters (and isn’t it funny Ann did a post video on intention!)

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    • It does always matter! Think of Dr. Emoto’s work, too … it definitely makes a difference when you send positive intentions to water — even that fundamentalist religion known as “science” says so. 🙂



  8. Posted by eat2evolve on October 11, 2015 at 2:19 pm

    Well done, Laura! Reading this beautifully-told story, I felt and cried for the trees, and so of course was elated at their stay of execution – long live the maple tree elders. So glad for this happy ending!

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