There are many white pines around here but the largest one closest to the house has a tb at the base. It’s been there for months. This year a squirrel or squirrels ate most of the pine cone seeds on the tree which grow high up towards the crown and they left a thick carpet of pine cone droppings around the base and outward. My buddy says he has never seen this happen before in the half century plus he has been at this house, meaning that he has never seen a carpet of pine cone droppings under the tree, only pine needles. It makes me wonder. Lots of birds spend time in that particular pine but I cannot compare to other years because I was not here.
I like leaving tb’s at the base of trees. There is a massive oak not far from here which has a tb at the base and I wonder how that tree is doing. I’ll have to check on it soon. It sits in a hedgerow near a field and towers above the saplings and bushes nearby. It has a beautiful shape and I joined forces with that tree one night last year when I lived near it to send healing energy to someone. What a rush!
A few weeks ago I buried a tb at the base of a fabulous spruce which sits next to the driveway. My buddy planted the tree 30 years ago. I can see it from where I am sitting and often look out at its graceful, drooping branches. It has a circumference of 92 inches so it grew fast in 30 years. Isn’t it nice to be able to watch the trees one planted grow into majestic maturity? I wish I could say that.
It could be my imagination but I could have sworn this tree perked up a bit within a few days of receiving the tb. The impression I had was distinct. It was during a dry spell.