Love. Hate.
It took me a coupla’ years to get into the rhythm of these trees. March, leaves. April-May, catkins. September, acorns.
Their shade is relief from the hot Texas summers, but the rest of the time they’re messy as hell and a ton of work.
We have old-growth Live Oaks out front and in the backyard, one of the relatively few homes in our young neighborhood where they were saved.
This past November we had them all trimmed back substantially, leaving a decent canopy. It’d been 3 years since that last happened.
They look so much better. I doubt they’ll be any less messy, though…
Russ Morris. Slightly Obsessed With Photography since 1964. 