Home to Great Horned Owls . . .

My earliest memories are of trees and I have been fortunate to surround myself with them wherever I lived. I selected apartments and houses to reside in that were as near to trees as I could manage, unwilling to live in barren places where I could not shelter under the leaves and limbs and shade of trees. The cottonwood tree pictured above is outside the windows of my childhood home here on Dry Creek. After a lifetime of living across the United States, coming home in 2003 was for me a return to my beloved trees.

Granny’s Lilacs . . .

Ancient lilacs planted so long ago have endured and our memories are filled with them. When the family ranch headquarters was moved to Dry Creek in 1948, the lilacs were here.

Losing an old friend . . .

This giant elm, believed to be 100 years old, was likely planted when the first homestead was established here on Dry Creek circa 1920. Commonly referred to as “Chinese” elms, they are not native to Wyoming and were planted by early settlers. We grew up here with this old giant, and to finally have to bring it down was like killing a friend. It was becoming dangerous after shedding some huge limbs and causing quite a bit of damage and excitement. It was situated too close to our home and other structures and extensive trimming in recent years did not alleviate our fears. Interestingly, the firms we engaged to trim it stated they had never seen such a giant elm.

Cottonwoods in color . . .

The view from below the pond captures some of the autumn color which stretches up and down the old creek bottom. Cottonwoods have grown along Dry Creek forever, sending their tap roots down to water in what we believe is an underground river that flows south to North Fork of the Powder River. Seeps and springs are present in many locations and the water runs in the early months of February through May, enhanced with snow melt and rain.

Willow dance . . .

Spring floods are common in February and March and the willows welcome the water. Unfortunately for the willows, the deer and cows love to eat the young saplings and many of the old growth have died out over a long period of time, unable to regenerate. We welcome the deer and occasional antelope that reside in the area. Very few domestic livestock have grazed the 15-acre tract we call home for the past 20-odd years and it is disheartening to see the loss of trees.

The daddy of them all . . .

This giant cottonwood towers over any tree for miles. I don’t believe I could bear to ever see it come down, so I have decided I have to go first. It sheltered me with a playhouse in its gnarled roots down along its base, and a childhood swing on a branch that finally fell gave me endless hours of joy pumping the wind to fly high.

New plains cottonwood . . .

I began to take stock last spring as I readied an order for new trees to plant and came up with some astonishing numbers. I divided the cottonwoods into three categories: 1) small -12 inches in diameter; 2) medium- 50 inches in diameter; and 3) BIG. My final tally down in the creek bed was 45 of the BIG cottonwoods; 82 medium sized cottonwoods; 138 small cottonwoods; indeterminate number of willows and 2 silver-leaf poplars. The cottonwoods are both narrow-leaf and plains, which are my favorite. Many more trees are planted around the house, in the orchard, at the barn, and along the entrance from the highway; Ponderosa pine, spruce, aspen, silver leaf poplar, elm, choke cherry, Canadian cherry, boxelder, cedar, lilac, caragana, willow, and a variety of bushes and shrubs.

Birds in heaven . . .

Of all the things that trees provide, perhaps my favorite is shelter for the birds. Living in a home with lots of windows and trees, I am blessed with a view of birds that change with the seasons. I try to document all the variety of birds that move through the area in migration and those who choose to stay for part of the year (see blog “Birds of Dry Creek.”)

Deadfall cleanup . . .

To live among trees, you must be willing to not only care for them but clean up after them (not unlike having a house full of children). Our daily walks include picking up branches and limbs the wind blows down with great regularity. In spring it is usually more intense and requires major cleanup, followed by a bonfire. We cut firewood from the larger trees that fall, split the logs and burn it in our fireplace in colder months.

Home is where the heart is . . .

Baby black birds are a recurring springtime event and I am thankful to the tree that shelters them each year. We have many bird houses, but it seems they are largely vacant. The birds love the trees and seek out their homes in hollows or build their nests in the branches, braving the elements to live high in the tree tops.

The road home . . .

Could not count the trips down this lane coming home from whatever far flung place I have traveled or resided in. For me, the sight of the old trees was like a warm embrace, welcoming me back. As I strive to save them and replace them with new trees, I feel I am saving a place that is sacred to me. Hopefully those who follow me will love the trees and all the creatures living within them.

2 thoughts on “TREES

  1. Loveyour tree story.  I love them too and somewhat void down here in the desert.  We have a lot of black bark mesquitetrees and a green smooth bark tree that is quite prevalent.  But still I love the desert even without the trees.  We have a few different little beasts down here.  I have hummingbirds on my patio at my feeder and have fed them all winter.   They don’t seem to mind when I am out in their territory.  Had a mama quail and her babies two days but have only seen one quail since on the patio.  We have javalinas all over the place.  Fortunately I have not had them in the yard to my knowledge.  Guess they can get quite nasty and will kill and eat dogs if available and stop traffic while 20-30 walk across two lanes of a road or highway.  When they started really coming out at night and you could hear them squealing, I quit walking at night as I guess they are not opposed to attacking people.  Not long ago, I saw my first road runner—beep, beep!!!  They are so cute. Found a rather old email from you which I hadn’t read apparently and you asked for my new address so I am assuming I never sent it to you!  It’s 542 West Shadow Wood Street, Green Valley, AZ  85614.  Phone and email are the same as they’ve beenforever as noted below.   Hope your weather hasn’t been horrific for you this year.  Denver seems to have had quite a bit from what I heard as well as Johnstown.  Glad I am not there!!!!  Hope you and Michael are well and things are good in your world.  If if ever want to warmup, come on down!  This is a sleepy little burb but we have so much here and are only about 20 minutes from the south end of Tucson and I can be at the Tucson Intl Airport in about 25 minutes door to door so very convenient.  Phx airport is about 2 hoursaway. Of course, U of A is in downtown Tucson and we have been following their great sports teams–save the football team thatfinally won a game this past season.  Basketball — both men;s and women’s and women’s softball have been great.  Men’s BB teamis ranked No. 2 in the polls. Better run!  Take care and keep up your great writings.  Love to read them!  Remind me of my friends farms and country homes whereI spent lots of my grade school and high school years and my great aunts and uncle Gorman homestead property outside of Chapmanwhere I grew up.  Be well, stay warm and look forward to seeing you again sometime! Hugs!Susan Translation: Irish granny in the desert! SUSAN M. GORMAN 303-884-8640 cell “The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.”  – Ralph Waldo Emerson


    • Susan, how nice to hear from you! And thanks for the new address. Sounds like you are enjoying your new home in Arizona and I envy you the warm weather – it was 0 here last night, 4-5 inches of new snow on the ground. Ah well, winter keeps you tough!


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