Showing posts with label Pseudotsuga menziesii. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pseudotsuga menziesii. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Intoxication



"We found one of those weird trees you were talking about!" my nephew exclaimed over the phone.  

I asked him what species of tree it was.  He wasn't sure.

"I think it is a fir," he said.  He wasn't able to elaborate, so I didn't know if it was a Douglas fir or a true fir. Doug fir brooms are far more common, of course.  I've often wondered why- what is it about the genetics of Douglas fir that makes it so prone to dwarfing mutations?  Is this true of the other Doug fir species?  (one is native to Southern California, and a few others are native to Japan and China.   One of these years, I plan to head down to So Cal and have a look.)

It was a few days before New Years when I went out on his friend's property to find the tree.  He had been intoxicated when he found it, so he wasn't exactly sure where it was.  I had my doubts.

It was cold- there was about a foot of snow on the ground.  Dozens of junk cars, campers, pickups, and construction equipment were scattered out through the woods.  In fact, a couple of years later, when my nephew found a grand fir broom on the same property, I was inspired to name it 'Deliverance' because of this setting.
We decided to give up and go back to the house.  He was not wearing a warm coat, and was starting to get chilled.  We cut across a clearing to an old logging road.  Out in the clearing, standing alone on the slope, was the tree he had found.



It was about six feet high, and about as big in diameter.  The folliage was fine and feathery, with a moderate blue cast to the needles.




From what I could tell by looking at the tree, it had begun its life as a typical Douglas Fir.  At some point in its first decade or so, the terminal bud mutated and produced the broom that made up the bulk of the tree.  There were a couple of branches with typical foliage sticking out near the bottom of the plant.

Like many brooms, this one appeared to be sterile- there were no cones.  From the look at the fine branching and the extensive development of the broom, I am sure that the broom is at least 40 or 50 years old.  A Douglas fir should be reproducing by that age.

I grafted it up and got a handful to start.  I decided to name it 'Intoxication', to commemorate my nephew's difficulty in relocating the broom.  Now, three years later, the graft has produced a broom that is under 6 inches in diameter.  It is proving to be slow-growing, which is desirable for gardeners with small spaces.  Of course, I'll need to grow and observe it for several more years before I can reliably tell anyone what to expect from it.  The process of introducing a new conifer cultivar takes years.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

A Mutant May Not Be Weird Enough...

During the summers, I am sometimes able to talk my dad into driving around on forest service roads while I sit in the back of his truck, looking for brooms and other mutants.  This has proved to be productive sometimes.  On other days, I get a sore butt from the bumps for no good reason.

A few years ago, on such a trip, I happened to see this little scene.

The trouble with some of these trees is that there is no way to get a good picture of them- there are just too many trees around them and there is no good angle.  

The tree in the center is a weeping Douglas fir.  It is actually a fairly graceful form that would be worth propagating.  Maybe someday I will make it back there during the right time of year.  However, there are already a number of weeping Douglas firs out on the market.  Getting to some of these trees in the winter (the best time to take scions) can be tough.  This one is remote enough that I may not ever get around to it.

In future posts, you'll see the trouble that I will go to when a mutant is both remote and unique.  You'll probably think I'm a nutcase afterwards.