Today, the Lilac stretching skyward behind the Fatsia is coming down. It consists of quite a stand of trunks, at least one of which is rotting, and a number of suckers. It’s the biggest Lilac I have ever seen, and I bet it was planted when the house was built in 1941. About three years ago, one of it main trunks fell down and hit the neighbors’ kayaks. Luckily there was no major damage, but its aging trunks have made me nervous ever since. This old shrub anchors the SW corner of our little property. Its absence will open up enough space to put something rather large. Although I love lilacs during those two weeks in spring, I admit being almost giddy at the thought!
What will it be? The fabulous Magnolia macrophylla I have nursed along in a pot for a couple of years? A my-sized, lopsided Japanese Umbrella pine that has been in a planter in front of the house for years? (It took a beating during the winter of 2016 when a magnolia branch broke off from above it, and shaved off all the branches on one side. In other words, it would be transplanted with the good side facing out.) Or something else? Anyhow, those are my main two contenders. We’ll see. First the tree has to come down, then the stump ground out. As one thing leads to another, this will make a significant dent in my collection of homeless plants! So very excited!!!!!