A few months ago, I pulled into my driveway after work and had a strange sensation that I was at the wrong house. Something was very wrong. I couldn’t immediately put my finger on it, though, so I shrugged it off and went on into my house. I grabbed the dogs’ leashes and headed out for our evening walk. As I descended my driveway, it hit me. Or rather, it didn’t hit me. There were no mimosa leaves to walk through. I looked on either side of my driveway and saw nothing but stumps. Someone had cut the mimosas that gently draped across my driveway down to their very stumps.
I gasped audibly. One dog cowered because that sound is usually preceded by a stern scolding for her destructive behavior. I couldn’t speak. Someone had walked 10 feet onto my property and leveled my trees! I was literally in so much shock that I had difficulty breathing. This may sound like an overreaction to many, but I don’t care. I loved those trees with a passion. Let me tell you why.
I fell in love with mimosa trees when I did a lot of traveling through Kentucky and West Virginia. I found the blossoms so delicate, yet vivid, I had to stop on the side of highway to investigate.
They were the sweetest blooms I had ever seen. The leaves gently draped down with the pretty and colorful blooms on the tops. Such gorgeous trees! And so many! As soon as I got to my home I searched my local nurseries to buy some seedlings. That is when I discovered that mimosas were on the Invasive Species list and my state would not sell them. I was devastated but looked forward each year to my drive to Kentucky so that I could admire the mimosa trees along the highway.
I eventually moved to a different state and went looking to buy a new house. The fourth house I saw had sets of mimosas on either side of the driveway in full bloom. The leaves of the mimosas gently brushed the roof of my car as I passed in between them as if to say, “Welcome home!” I was overjoyed. I bought the house after giving the inside a cursory look. Who cared? I had mimosa trees!!!
The kids and I would sing “Welcome to the Jungle” every spring when we would pull into our driveway. This provided hours of amusement for me and good-humored eye-rolls from my oldest child. Her friends thought I was crazy. But the good kind of crazy. At least I think so.
The trees provided the additional benefit of privacy, shielding my home from passing neighbors. They discouraged people from turning around in my driveway. They provided erosion control for the steep embankment on the other side of property as they have an extensive runner system beneath the soil (hence the Invasive Species deal). They were fully contained on three sides by asphalt and on the other side by my lawn mower so they could not spread. They buffered noise from the road. These were the perfect trees. They provided aesthetic appeal, erosion control, and a noise barrier, and were gently uplifting on a bad day. I challenge anyone to let the leaves of a mimosa caress your cheek, then pluck a blossom, and remain in a bad mood. It can’t happen. These trees were my antidepressants.
But a few months ago, that came to an abrupt halt. As I stared at the stumps, cut down to their little bones, I cried. It looked malicious. The trees were not tall enough to interfere with power lines. They were not near anyone else’s property so they were not going to invade another’s yard. The leaves are not on the power company’s list of trees that require pruning. And besides, this wasn’t a gentle pruning. This was malicious and wilful with complete disregard for my property or my wishes.
I contacted the Virginia Department of Transportation. They came out to my property right away. They indicated that 1) they had not been cutting trees in my area and 2) there’s “no way” they would have done something like that! They pointed me in the direction of Dominion Virginia Power. I emailed the power company. They sent me a form letter saying, “Sorry, it was on your last month’s power bill that we would be in the area.” I wrote back that I wanted a manager/supervisor to contact me. I heard nothing for several weeks. One day a man came to my door saying that he was from the power company and, “Did you call to have some trees cut down?” I quickly assured him that I wanted NOTHING more cut down and I filled him in on what had happened. He stated, “I’ll tell the boss.” I heard nothing more from the power company.