Written by Panorama resident, Sandy Bush. May 2015
Well, it is time to discuss growing things. We at Panorama are really so very spoiled by our grounds crews and landscaping. We are not gardeners, nor planters of blooming things. Most of what we have ever tried died a sad death.
The spring season at Panorama just exploded with color, so many hues. The magic is often the timing, so that it seems that any time of the year there are blooms to be seen, even in the winter dark times!! What a gift we have in that.
Mentioning our N. California emigration is getting old, we are two years into being Washingtonians. Many of us have historically fought the good fight over clear-cutting and wasted land/commons space for rampant growth. Moving to a very greenly growing state has been as much a treat as moving to Panorama. This once golf course has managed to keep the charm of large and tall trees. All of our neighborhoods have at least one or some.
We’ve experienced a limb from our large Douglas fir coming onto and into our roof during a blowy storm a year ago. That hasn’t changed our love of the big ones. These older trees do come with a risk and price.
We recently found that we are losing a lovely old Sequoia at the entry to our neighborhood. It may be 60+ years old, but looks to me older due to the massive circumference of its base. This has been a much-studied tree by arborists over the years and administration has been sensitive to our concerns about losing an “old soul” that many of us identify with. The writing is on the wall due to internal rot issues and it will be history as they raze the house adjacent to it. This is a natural changing of the guard in our CCRC. It isn’t so much progress as judicious maintenance of our community.
A silly thought had occurred to me from my old “roots” and that was forming a human chain around the base with folks bringing food and spelling us for necessary breaks. That is always a community bonding activity. But now, at 72 years of age, many of my “fights” are behind me and I shall just be thankful that we had this major greeter to our neighborhood for our two years in residence.
When you go by, on your walks and such, you will notice my little attempt to pay homage to it. I will be putting colored ribbons and such where I can reach them on the base. Color me silly, but it is something I can do as this process marches forward.
Let’s enjoy the old ones that are left. I have heard owls at dawn and midnight hooting from some of them. They rain down a lot of needles that grounds have to deal with, but they are such majestic sentinels and add to our climate and landscape. They are good for our air quality as well. We are hoping that something worthy replaces this old Sequoia.
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” Dr. Seuss