Washington, DC

“Here is a poem from Ann L. Ingram, who co-existed with ginkgo trees in Tenleytown for four decades (and now lives with tree frogs alongside Rock Creek Park).

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Gingko fruit’s orange
And stinky – P. U!

Now when one plants
This beautiful tree,
A grafted male
Will please you and me;

For males don’t bear
That obnoxious fruit,
But leaves still turn golden
In Fall – no dispute.

So as these trees die,
As one day they will,
Replace them with grafts.
Smells won’t make you ill!

And we will greet Autumn
Without any fears!
(We just need to wait
About 95 years!)

Now bring on those great yellow leaves!! If anyone gets a particularly good photo when they change please send to [email protected] and let me know what neighborhood you were in. Thanks!


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