…it’s likely to be a hemlock, and it just might have been leaning-while-dying, over our “gravel” road that winds through almost 4 miles of woods, hardtop to hardtop.
When we moved here in 1999, our hemlocks were massive, plentiful and dark dark green. IÂ especially loved the ones up on the ridge you see from our front porch, shadowy plumes along the ridge, dark as spruce-fir. Then the hemlock wooly adelgids’ work, already well underway in ’99, began to become sadly apparent.
Here’s a remembered passage about hemlocks fromÂ Slow Road Home:
Our hillsides were once covered with the black-green fronds of hemlock–my favorite tree. Now they stand gaunt and gray, sad skeletons with boney arms uplifted, frozen in a final unanswered prayer.
So at this one bend in the road just above the valley floor and two creek crossings on ancient, crumbling concrete low-water bridges stood the largest hemlocks left in place. Several grew–then succumbed to the insects and rotted–from the same base. (There is much more carnage than you can see from this one image.)
For fourteen years now, they leaned ominously over the road. Someday, they were going to inconvenience would-be travelers (probably Ann on her way to or from work.) Â “Some guy in a truck with a chain saw” would not be our saviour as had happened with some other tree falls past. Sometimes I was the guy with the chain saw, carrying my Stihl in the back of the Subaru anticipating roadblocks.
These were so massive and so many that it would take the VDOT guys several hours with their heaviest machines to clear the debris.
Well that someday we dreaded was last Wednesday, and darn, we didn’t learn about it until driving out on Thursday. I would have liked to have stood next to those fallen sentinels that have brooded over and threatened our way home all these years.
I hate it that, when hemlocks–or any other tree for that matter–fall across the road, VDOT’s big Volvo road grader immediately pushes them too far out of the way–which usually means down towards the creek which lies well below road grade. Enough folks use wood for heat that it would be nice if they could lay usable wood just off the road for a few months to offer the wood scavengers like me something to heat with.
I did manage to salvage a bunch of hemlock branches for firewood last spring, just at the bend of the road at center-image, where last January’s ice storm created considerable windfall, a big hemlock laying down a half dozen Tree of Heaven (Ailanthus).
[Trivia note: Fragments regulars will remember our dog Tsuga, a yellow lab whose name was the scientific name for the genus of Eastern Hemlock. That’s how much the tree meant to me. And you can bet ours was the only boy named Sue(ga) in Floyd County. Dang I miss him. tsuga site:http://fragmentsfromfloyd.com]