Frond Farewell

If you’re an angeleno, odds are at some point during your time here you’ve experienced the falling of a palm frond from its tree.

I’d hazard you haven’t ever had the pleasure of being 40 feet away from 17 30 — count ’em: 17 30! — of them full-sized suckers falling at once. I have. It happened this afternoon during my second mandatory Structural Integrity Test of the hammock:


In the midst of the rigorous examination, from out of nowhere comes this woooooshing sound and I crane my neck far left just in time to see what looks to be the entire top of our 60-foot palmtree crashing down on the poor loquat tree next to it. Fortunately it wasn’t the entire palm tree top, just a helluva load of dead fronds. And I mean helluva (click to triplify):


If that image doesn’t adequately indicate the mass of frondage that broke free and fell, here’s one of the stack following my clean-up efforts (click to triplify):


In the wake of it really not being that windy I’m not at all sure what triggered the fall, much less the series of detachment events and/or physics that allowed 17 30 individual fronds to basically abandon their vantage point all at once. All I know is I hope I’m not 40 feet away the next time it happens.

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Will Campbell arrived in town via the maternity ward at Good Sam Hospital way back in OneNineSixFour and has never stopped calling Los Angeles home. Presently he lives in Silver Lake with his wife Susan, their cat Rocky, dogs Terra and Hazel, and a red-eared slider turtle named Mater. Blogging since 2001, Will's web endeavors extend back to 1995 with, a comprehensive theater site that was well received but ever-short on capital (or a business model). The pinnacle of his online success (which speaks volumes) arrived in 1997, when much to his surprise, a hobby site he'd built called VisuaL.A. was named "best website" in Los Angeles magazine's annual "Best of L.A." issue. He enjoys experiencing (and writing about) pretty much anything creative, explorational and/or adventurous, loves his ebike, is a better tennis player than he is horr golfer, and a lover of all creatures great and small -- emphasis on "all."