Jim and I have cleared the branches we could reach, dragged the top half of my prized young trees away, leaving naked stumps, and I am busy cleaning things up around the yard.
Before I head back outside and get things to a point where I can show you nice pictures of my garden again, I have to show you this. It is what was left of a Bradford pear on our street. All the pears fell apart, every last one in town, but most cracked up in ungainly, awkward ways, with dangling limbs and split branches, looking like something violent had happened.
This one just gave up, laid down and surrendered.
Really, I had to laugh. This was one of the more mature pears, and it had been 30 feet tall before the storm.
Another silly sight is the mile and a half of road median planted with nothing but pears in a long line along a street that serves an industrial park in town. There are hundreds of pears and every one is a pile of debris. Because it is an industrial area, there are few other trees around; it is all very open. So the mile-plus of shattered lumber looks like the trees were machine gunned in place.
At least this one, lying down so gracefully, looks like it went quietly.
Rest in peace, Bradford Pear.
I hope the industrial park, the malls and shopping centers, and all my neighbors choose another tree to replant.
I'm sorry, but I have to update this post. The neighbors (very nice people) have tried to save the pear tree pictured above. Today, 11/8, they cut up all the fallen branches and carted them away. They took the one remaining spindly branch that you can just see arching out of the collapsed trunk . . . and tied it to a large stake. They put a mesh cylinder around the spindle, to protect it from, what? Or to support it further I guess, in case the little branch gives up too.
I could not take a picture of this embarrassing development. These are good people but they shouldn't be doing this to plants.