Many of you know that in addition to the 80+ acres we call Roundrock, we have a second bit of forest on the edge of the Missouri Ozarks that we call Fallen Timbers. It’s over in the next county, and it’s half the size of Roundrock, but it has a storied past.
The western property line at Fallen Timbers was not well marked and my neighbor had his own ideas of where it ran when he decided to cut the marketable timber on his land. He ended up cutting down nearly 100 of our oldest and finest oaks before we could prove where the line actually ran. (So let that be a lesson for you. Make sure your lines are marked!)
I was thinking about that bit of ancient history recently when I was reflecting on the pine trees that (it seems) someone deliberately cut down in our plantation at Roundrock. The property lines near the pines are well marked, and I still wonder what the point of the vandalism was.
And then my thoughts drift toward the pecan plantation we are trying to get going below the dam at Roundrock. We planted 49 trees there, and replanted about that many more over the years. A good third of the pecans have utterly failed. Another third are hanging on. Most of the rest are putting some actual effort into growing. And a few look like the one in the photo above.
It’s a beauty. It’s nearly as tall as I am (this being my current measuring stick). It has thrived in the rocky soil below the dam. It has risen above the scrub to get plenty of sunlight. And it seems to have survived (so far) the browsing of the deer.
So when I get glum about my mixed success with the tree-planting ambitions at Roundrock (oh, did I mention that we put 50 hawthorn trees in the ground at Fallen Timbers? — some have done well, some have not), I think about the success stories that are sprinkled among the disappointments.
- The Missouri Natural Events Calendar is blank for today.