
The wretched power lines draped across our park
Yesterday was a red letter day here. The electricity lines that crossed over the area we call the park were removed. Those lines had nothing to do with us. Our power comes from another line. Back when electricity was first laid on for the district, the publicly owned supplier took a shortcut across our property with a very long span between poles. When there is a long span, the lines get far more of a sway on them. In the decades since, the lines were sold to a private company and our trees grew. And grew. Most of the problem trees were planted by Mark’s father, Felix, who seriously miscalculated how tall they would grow but left the problem to the next generation.
Mark had been getting increasingly anxious about the trees and the power lines. Some trees, like the magnolias, could have branches removed without destroying the tree but we are talking about the upper reaches of an extension ladder to access those branches.

Michelia doltsopa ‘Rusty’ reaching into the wires
Even Magnolia doltsopa ‘Rusty’, though planted on the lowest point, was into the wires. This is a grand specimen and we were reluctant to start interfering with its magnificent stature. I see I calculated in the past that ‘Rusty’ takes up around 300 square metres of ground area, growing from a single central leader. It can now attain its potential mature size and height.

Pinus montezumae has had a reprieve from its death sentence
More problematic were the conifers. It is not possible to take the central leader out of a conifer and keep a good tree. Indeed, Pinus montezumae was going to have to be removed entirely. Then there were the next trees just out from the lines but at risk of downing them should they fall. The handsome metasequoia or dawn redwood is about 30 metres high but still a juvenile at only 65 years or so. We were always worried that its grip on the ground may not be that good and, should it fall the wrong way, it would bring down the wires. Indeed, the wires have been brought down twice in our time here – both times by falling poplars that were planted long before electricity lines were strung through the area.
But no more. Yesterday the lines were removed as part of an upgrade on that particular section. We could not be more delighted. And relieved. At least some of the trees should now be free to grow to their maximum size and maturity long past our lifetime.

Dropping the lines yesterday

Foshan is a new city that was completely rebuilt during China’s boom times – which seems to have slowed to a near standstill in the last couple of years. We were amazed to see the scale of businesses selling mature trees, rocks and even stalagmites and stalactites. It is big machinery that has made this commercial activity possible and many were very beautiful. We couldn’t help but wonder how much of surrounding countryside has been pillaged to bring in these pieces of nature for urban decoration. We were told that it is now illegal to mine the stalagmites and stalactites but you never know, when you are on brief visit, whether you are just being told what the guide thinks you want to hear.

Certainly the nursery industry in southern China appeared to be booming and the scale of new public plantings was seriously impressive. We reflected ruefully on the battle we lost, trying to save many of the
Mayodendron igneum – a tree jasmine, the signage said – was a spectacular example of cauliflory growth found in Xishuangabanna. That is when a plant flowers and fruits from its main trunk. Most plants flower on either new season’s or the previous season’s growth. A few flower from the oldest growth. We see cauliflory growth on Ficus antiarus and Tecomanthe venusta here, but it is not particularly common. The flying insect you can see in the photo looked distinctly like an aggressive hornet. I was cautious.
Mark was delighted to see these, the most basic of machines, still a-chuggin’ around. We first saw them maybe 14 years ago in the north of Vietnam, where they were the main transporter of heavy loads. The Vietnamese called them ‘improving vehicles’, our guide told us (something may have been lost in translation). There weren’t huge numbers of them around Dali, but enough to have us looking as they chugged past, often carrying loads way in excess of what one could ever imagine possible.
Ubiquitous plants of the world! I don’t travel enough to do an exhaustive study on this topic, but everywhere we go, we seem to see both the bougainvillea and poinsettia. To that can be added the jacaranda (but I can’t recall seeing these in China though I would wager they are there). I am not so keen on the poinsettia but I am pretty sure I have photographed bougainvilleas from Pacifica to Asia to Europe. Truly international plants these days.




I was honoured to be taken to meet Professor Sun Weibang at the Kunming Institute of Botany. Alas Mark was back in the hotel room, dying of the plague (a bad bout of the flu, to be accurate) so I was painfully aware that I was deputising for him at that meeting with a world expert on magnolia. We bonded over the magnificent book, Magnolias in Art and Cultivation, discovering a mutual friendship with one of the authors. There are several pages devoted to the Jury hybrids.








