Friday, July 02, 2004

The Canopy

   In the late sixties and early seventies, the American Elm tree was ravaged by the Dutch Elm disease, a parasitic fungus spread by the Elm Bark Beetle. Miles and miles of tree-line boulevards were razed, and still the plague spread. In my town was a small section that had survived for thirty-five years, still hanging on, with graceful Elms forming a perfect archway over the asphalt street below. Yesterday I saw that they had finally succumbed, only ugly stumps remained, and what was a cool grotto is now a hot city street. New trees will be planted, and in about twenty years the street will have thick shade again. But the new trees are a mix, and however nice they appear individually, they will never equal the massed splendor of an Elm Canopy.

By Professor Batty



2 Comments:

Blogger Doe said...

This took me back years ago to a long dark street in a well established neighborhood. It used to be where the grand and mighty lived. Now having succumbed to time It was the street of grand old homes turned to apartments. All the former splendor gone but for the splendor of it's mighty trees.


Blogger Rose said...

Even though I lived in the Midwest too late, James Thurber made me love the Dutch Elms.

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