Right about the time we bought and moved into our house, my parent sold the home in which I grew up. Before the ownership rights transferred, John and I went over to the old homestead and did one last farewell walk-around. We found several very small catalpas growing right next to and out of a large fallen catalpa branch. We dug up one of the “babies” and brought it to our new home.
My “baby” grew expoentially the first few years – literally a few feet a year of vertical growth each year. It was amazing to watch! In just a few years, it became the largest, most grand tree in the yard. This summer, I insisted on switching seats at the dinner table with John just so I could look out on the bold, beautiful catalpa every night as e ate dinner.
I know summer is here when its large, heart-shape leave unfold. I love sitting in its immense shade. The girls use the seed pods as swords, or batons, or whatever else catches their fancy. Its trunk even became a pirate ship mast, before we mulched around the base. And because it has a large fork not too far up, it has even been a climbing tree at times. Did you know that Catalpas are native to North America and were called Catawba trees by the native Americans? The name Catalpa came about from a transcription error made by a botanist! Sadly, I know fall is well on its way when the Catalpa’s hearts start to fall to the ground.
So happy Love Thursday, everyone. Enjoy these views of my favorite Catalpa tree!