They’ve emerged from their winter slumber and are busily clothing themselves in fresh leaves. Washington is a city of great trees, and now is a great time to see them. I felt as if I’d entered a scene from “Twin Peaks.” As I turned down the street the sky clouded over and it started to rain. But darned if the 1800 block of Redwood Terrace NW isn’t planted with these crazy redwood trees. Constitution Avenue may not be paved with constitutions. Dogwood Street may not be lined with dogwoods. Birch Street may not be planted with birches. We have a whole street in Ward 4 called Redwood Terrace.” “It has been a great street tree for D.C. “We have several hundred throughout the city,” John wrote. John said dawn redwoods look like evergreens in the summer but are deciduous, dropping their soft, feathery leaves in the winter. Cast your shade over the Capital Hilton and the American Association of University Women.
#Metasequoia band crack
Our guy isn’t supposed to get anywhere near that big, but now I’m rooting for him: Grow, little fella, grow! Crack the sidewalk with your mighty trunk. Those sequoia can grow to more than 250 feet tall. Metasequoia! In other words, sort of like a sequoia, that massive redwood of the American West. That, he e-mailed back, is a dawn redwood, or as botanists call it, a Metasequoia glyptostroboides.Ī tree at 16th and L streets NW is seen in Washington. I jotted the number down and e-mailed it to John Thomas, tree honcho for the District’s Urban Forestry Administration. What was this mystery tree, this Lazarus? Hanging about halfway up the trunk was a pink band bearing a seven-digit number. I could not have been more surprised if it had become home to a troop of howler monkeys. Then last week I saw that the tree I had assumed was dead was covered in tiny green shoots. It looked brittle, used up, sloughing off its bark as if it had arboreal eczema. It had the misfortune of looking like a cut Christmas tree that had been dragged to the curb in February: piney, but with bare branches, about seven feet tall. Whenever I did I would think: What a sad little tree. It sat at the corner of 16th and L streets NW, and I often passed it on my way to and from the office. I watched the dead tree throughout the winter.
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