Murdering trees.

I moved into my place about ten years ago and had a similar thing --property was all lawn or parking lot. I planted some twenty trees and they are all thriving. Wonder if I sell the place if the next person will cut them down.
 
Still mourning the garden of one shared house. Pretty much the only gardening we ever did was to cut the bindweed off the apple tree. It genuinely was an accidental biodiversity hotspot - you'd find hawkmoth cocoons just chilling out on the ground, and we actually had snakeshead fritillaries growing wild. Then the landlady got fed up and replaced it all with gravel. I came home to find apple branches being loaded into a woodchipper, apples and all. The stub of the tree did bear fruit the following year, but they kind of tasted of sewage.
Very very distressing.
 
I must admit that the 4 plane trees in my garden are guilty of dropping all (yes, all!) their leaves in autumn, appropriately nicknamed Fall. Yes, blame my trees. It takes me at least one whole day to gather them up and get rid of the messy brown stuff (usually dripping wet because it has rained and rained and rained since they fell), what used to be shadow providing greenery. 'Dirty' doesn't cover it!
Each winter, as a disciplinary action, I enthusiastically and with great satisfaction lop their branches, all the way back so only their bare frame remains. That should teach them!
But no. In springtime they take revenge. They grow so hard you can almost see them shaking, perhaps with hold back laughter. Dirty tricks!
 
In the distant past I owned an 1880's farmhouse with a garden full of an incredible collection of ancient and venerable heritage roses.

When we moved to the "New House" (1991) we brought cuttings from a couple of dozen varieties. Deer and Pestilence have pared them down to eight or ten specimens; but some still live.

A couple years after I sold the Old Place, some one razed the rose gardens for no apparrant reason. No major changes in "Hardscape," or configuration of buildings. It was like someone woke up one morning hating on roses.

And yet, the Chimney remains. The place has an amazing, massive river-rock chimney, all the way up to the gables of the second floor. It had a gaping crack, vertically up the center when I bought it. I had it professionally regrouted and lined with astainless steel flue and an insert in the fireplace. Every time we have a major earthquake, I like to drive by and see that the chimney remains, unchanged.

But the Roses?!?
 
Our previous house was built in part of an old orchard and had a wonderful collection of apple and pear trees including a massive wild pear tree that was a riot of blossom every year - and had small, hard lethal pears dropping from a great height every Autumn. On a happy note, apart from the top being taken out of the 40 feet tall pear, it has survived over 20 years of changes of ownership. I look on googlemaps/house sale websites every year or two to see what has happened. They did cut down the oak in the front garden though :(
We cut down a dangerous walnut and also a perfectly harmless former Christmas tree that was growing great guns in the middle of the veg patch and shading half of it.
Think it is really sad when trees get levelled, all the years of growth, the beauty, the wildlife depending on it.
 

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