Since we moved in, three more houses were built on our block, two of them careful to save several mature pin oaks already occupying the lots. One house had a clean slate on which to build, the lot's former owner having cleared it and planted grass.
The house built on the empty lot seems to be saying, "Look at me! I'm new and big and the most important thing on the block."
The others say, "I'm in partnership with the trees." These residents keep the trees' roots cool and their trunks undamaged by lawnmowers. The trees offer shade on the hottest days, music from their resident bird population, tons of color, and mulch for lawn and gardens.
Sure, a few of my neighbors complain when it's time for the leaves to fall. Our neighborhood is well beyond the "mulch it with a lawnmower" stage. Huge vacuum trucks come by to suck up mile-high piles of leaves several times in October and November.
|An aerial view of the area I can see from my front picture window.|
Ok, I'm guilty of harboring a row of boxwood beneath our living room picture window. I keep meaning to do something about them, but that would mean spending time near the window, which is in dire need of replacement. If I took out the boxwoods, unwelcome attention would be drawn to the hideous window. Plants can cover or at least camouflage a multitude of unfortunate events in household upkeep. Which is another good thing about having a house in the midst of the trees.