When I returned to my office after errands, I somehow missed the bad news, across the corner from where I turned right.
An hour later, the news made it’s way to my text messages. Thanks for the picture, Martina the architect, even though it was bad news.
My guess is this yucca was planted when the building was new…the mid-1960’s…and for initial impact, it was probably already 6′ tall, or more. So, it’s likely at least 10 years older than me.
A Crazy Cat employee told me they carefully sawed off the huge fallen limb.
It was time. Old age combined with a few years of drought (and we’re already a desert), decades of inadequate room to spread roots, and people working on the site (even though extremely careful). Adios, Señor Y. Torrey.
The plan is to replace him with a newer plant of the same species, salvaged from future construction on some nearby mountainside.
Onto better news, summer is over, and we ended it with bountiful rains and humidity August and September. Untimely, but weekly moisture surges and downpours hit as recently as a week ago. And with early fall warmth continuing far into fall, plants are growing. Including the native grasses on this project.
That cobalt, space-blue sky!