Trees don’t appear to appreciate the shock of transplanting. That makes sense of course, but I’d still think they would enjoy getting out of that stifling pot and into unrestricted soil. The pear tree reacted that way, but not the others.
I forget which tree Liz planted out front our first year here, but it most assuredly died, and became the most expensive piece of firewood in history. So we put in a crabapple next–my preference–in the same spot, as a replacement. In fact, the pear tree was meant to be a crabapple, but the pallets of trees at Lowe’s weren’t clearly marked and we bought the wrong one. But it’s happy, so it can stay.
The few leaves on the crabapple kind of withered and fell off, with the remainder being munched on by the Japanese beetles. I thought this tree a goner too, but turns out it had just underwent an extended period of hibernation.
I thought I’d walk the perimeter and check things out one evening, and sure enough, everything we had planted previously was beginning to bloom, even that pointless ash tree in the back that the dog has uprooted.
Now that everything’s been acclimated, it looks like it’ll be a greener year.
–Simon