black cherry foliage flaming in Autumn
Photo by J. Harrington
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We've found, encountered, created, fostered a new and potentially serious conundrum. A handful of times last year we posted about our new-found "religion" for removing buckthorn. We've made some progress. In the process of figuring out what to pull and what to leave, we thought we had identified a black cherry tree surrounded by a number of seedlings. The other day, the Better Half suggested our "cherry tree" might well be a large glossy buckthorn tree. We've been in a funk since then because, if the tree behind the house is buckthorn, there's another large one in front of the house. Each of these are tall enough that we're not sure we want to play lumberjack. One the other hand, we know there's a black cherry tree a couple of hundred yards West of the house (photo above).
Today, as we were writing this, we (re)discovered the following information about black cherry fruit.
Fruit is a shiny, round drupe, dark reddish purple to nearly black, around 1/3 inch in diameter with a single hard seed inside. The sepals typically persist until the stalk drops off. [emphasis added]Then, there's this information from Minnesota DNR about glossy buckthorn.
Round, berry-like fruit; 1/4–inch diameter; less fruit than common buckthorn; red-brown (unripe) to black (ripe) color. Each fruit has 2–3 seeds. (Common buckthorn fruit has 3-4 seeds.)This is fundamental and basic enough that even someone [like us] with a track record of finding specimens that don't match the field guide pictures should be able to handle it. We're going to go check before it rains. (Oops -- the skies opened before we got to the door.) We'll report the results tomorrow.
Praise the Rain
By Joy Harjo
Praise the rain; the seagull diveThe curl of plant, the raven talk—Praise the hurt, the house slackThe stand of trees, the dignity—Praise the dark, the moon cradleThe sky fall, the bear sleep—Praise the mist, the warrior nameThe earth eclipse, the fired leap—Praise the backwards, upward skyThe baby cry, the spirit food—Praise canoe, the fish rushThe hole for frog, the upside-down—Praise the day, the cloud cupThe mind flat, forget it all—Praise crazy. Praise sad.Praise the path on which we're led.Praise the roads on earth and water.Praise the eater and the eaten.Praise beginnings; praise the end.Praise the song and praise the singer.Praise the rain; it brings more rain.Praise the rain; it brings more rain.
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