CORINNA’S DIARY: Thursday, 11th March
Trees are the watchers of the woods; they see all, feel all, take from the earth and give back to the earth each autumn. They give us shelter, they give us beauty and they give us fruit. I have always looked upon trees as the old men who look down on all that occurs below them – the events that have gone on around them are forever in their memories and some live for so long that one can only wonder what they have witnessed.
So when I see a dying or dead tree, its demise is deeply saddening. Today we went to see Harvey Hayek and his family near Fayetteville – a beautiful little habitation that looked as if it had leapt from the pages of To Kill a Mockingbird - to chat about their own experiences of the mysterious blue dog phenomena. He took us out on to his land to see some of the evidence of the blue dogs, the tour culminating in a visit to his orchard. This was planted, I believe, by his wife’s parents way back in the 1900s and was a main source of income in that this orchard produced a large crop of pecan nuts. Over the last few years his trees have been dying and the crop has dropped so dramatically that he can no longer rely on them as a living. He does have a theory as to why the orchard is dying, but until this is proved or not it has to remain undisclosed.