Every Wednesday, I hope to find a new ‘weed’ to investigate. My only criterion will be that I will not have deliberately planted the subject of our inquiry. Who knows what we will find…..
Dear Readers, when you see the Christmas trees stacked up outside Tony’s Continental in East Finchley, you know that Christmas is well and truly on its way. Another indication is when you see Michael with an axe in his hand, ready to pare down the trunks and fit them into a Christmas tree holder. One conversation with a customer went like this:
Customer: ‘Careful with that axe, you’ll cut your leg off!’
Michael: ‘I’ve been doing this for forty years and I haven’t cut one off yet! But even if I did, I’ve got another one’.
Here is a photo of Michael at work. To be honest, it’s not his legs I’m worried about.
I am also much impressed by the Christmas tree wrapping contraption that is brought out every festive season. Just pop a tree into the metal tube, push it through and it comes out wrapped in a netting bag. It’s a kind of Christmas tree sausage machine.
60% of the Christmas trees that are sold in the UK are Nordmann firs, and I can see why – the tree has soft, child-friendly needles that don’t drop, and it is a good-value, long-lived tree. What it doesn’t have is any fragrance so you won’t get that delicious piney smell, but as this scent makes some people’s noses twitch, it’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Nordmann firs come originally from the mountains to the south and east of the Black Sea, and so are native to Turkey, Georgia, the Russian Caucasus and parts of Azerbaijan. They live in mountainous areas from 900-2200 metres and grow to a terrific height – one tree in the Western Caucasus reserve has been reported to be 279 feet tall, the largest tree in Europe. They also live in regions which have a rainfall of over 1000 mm per year, which is a reminder to keep them well-watered while they’re in the house.
The trees at Tony’s are typically about six to seven feet high, and would be between eight and twelve years of age. The seed is normally taken from older trees, grown on in nurseries and then sold to Christmas tree farms when the saplings are three to four years old. Once harvested, they will have a brief life of a couple of weeks in the house, before being put outside to be recycled by the council. Here in Barnet, the trees are chipped and used as a weed suppressant on municipal beds, or on paths. The chippings can also be heat-treated and then used as a soil conditioner (in their native state, the needles produce a chemical which inhibits the growth of other plants, which is one reason for the almost sterile under canopy of fir plantations).
The debate about whether to have a live tree or a cut one, or an artificial tree, depends, as usual, on a variety of factors. A live tree in a pot, that can be used year after a year, is probably the most environmentally-friendly option, but the trees often don’t survive the sudden change in environment. A cut tree is the next best choice, but only if it’s recycled: if it ends up in landfill, it generates about 16kg carbon due to the methane released as it decomposes. ‘Real’ Christmas trees also provide a habitat for a variety of birds and insects as they grow, including goldcrests, firecrests and crested tits, although the serried ranks of fir trees, row on row, are much less biodiverse than mixed woodland.
Another way of dealing with your Christmas tree once the festivities are over could be to eat it, but sadly not if you’ve opted for a Nordmann fir. In the article here the authors describe their attempts to turn their tree into a delicious feast. The authors describe their Nordmann fir mayonnaise as
‘….the worst of all our experiments. It It seriously made us question our abilities and the whole concept!’
The tree was quickly replaced by the more fragrant blue spruce (Picea pungens).
Interestingly, the needles from Christmas trees of all kinds can be used in the manufacture of the anti-viral Tamiflu, which was in the news during recent worries about a bird flu pandemic. In Toronto in 2006, residents donated no less than half a million Christmas trees, and the needles were treated and powdered, ready to create up to a million Tamiflu tablets a day in the event of an outbreak. Let’s just hope that they’re never needed.
The Nordmann fir didn’t always have such a grasp on the UK Christmas tree market. When I was growing up, the favourite was the Norway spruce (Picea abies) which had little sharp pointed needles which seemed to drop off as soon as the tree came through the front door. I remember picking the needles out of the pads of our dog, Spock, who was the most accident-prone hound that I ever met. He once set fire to himself by leaning up against the electric bar heater, and was only rescued when someone caught a whiff of burning fur.
Christmas seems to be the time of the year when, in the UK at least, people yearn to bring plants into the house. For a month or so, our homes are staggering under the weight of poinsettias and amaryllises, Christmas cacti and hyacinth bulbs, holly wreaths and bunches of mistletoe, and that’s even before the tree arrives. Although the origins of the Christmas tree itself are said to be from Germany in the 16th Century, it feels as if something much older is going on, and indeed evergreen branches were brought into the house for centuries before the tree itself made an appearance. It seems to me that something very profound is going on: a need to remind ourselves that the darkness of winter is not forever, and that under the soil, life is still stirring. Plus there is something about a fir tree that reminds us of the resilience needed to survive outside in the harshest of weathers. I am curious about the choice of tree in other countries that celebrate Christmas. What’s the tree of choice in Australia, for example, or in California? Do tell, I am intrigued.
As you know, dear friends, I love to close these pieces with a poem. I find that I am ambivalent about the folksy poetry of Robert Frost, although I love the one about riding through the woods with ‘promises to keep/And miles to go before I sleep’ and I can even tolerate ‘The Road Less Travelled’. And so, here is something thought-provoking from the poet, which speaks of town and country, rich and poor, and the worth that we put on living things.
Bringing the Yule Log into the house for Yuletide goes back to very ancient times. And other greenery too – truly old, North West European tradition.
True – we’ve been bringing in the foliage for millenia, probably.
Happy Christmas to you both. Thank you for your very enjoyable blogs
Happy Christmas to you too, Juliet, have a lovely Christmas and a happy, healthy and interesting (in the best sense of the word) 2018..
Nordmann became available here only recently, but as a potted tree in the nurseries, not a cut Christmas tree. I am not aware of anyone growing them for cutting yet. Douglas firs are the standard here. Other North American firs are imported from Oregon, but still no Nordmann firs.
Ah, ok thanks Tony. Douglas firs used to be popular here too (they grew them in Scotland) but the mighty Nordmann seems to have edged them out 🙂
In my part of Australia (the eastern states of New South Wales and Victoria), the most common cut tree for Christmas is the Pinus radiata. But there are other options for potted trees. This year, for the first time, I’m opting for a potted Picea pungens instead of a cut tree. I bought my little potted spruce in January and it is now 30cm high, having grown a whole 10cm in 12 months! If I keep it healthy, it should reach 1.5m over 10 years. (I do miss the piney smell of the radiata, though.)
Some folks are now growing the Wollemi pine as a Christmas tree. It is an Australian native, thought to be extinct until about 20 years ago when it was ‘discovered’ in Wollemi National Park, a wilderness area north-west of Sydney.
Wollemi pines have been sold as Christmas trees here in Cornwall over the last few years – they seem to do well in the Cornish climate. I like their glossy, feathery foliage, but I don’t think they have any scent. I love the smell of a Norway spruce, as it reminds me of Christmasses at my granny’s house many years ago – but I also remember the needles dropping all over her carpet!
How interesting! Wollemi pines are critically endangered in their native habitat (Australia), fascinating to think of these rarities adorning people’s front rooms and then getting recycled. I have a fondness for the Norway Spruce too, it smells like my childhood Christmases. I remember Dad carrying it through the narrow passage into our tiny living room (whereupon a good number of needles were deposited on the passage floor) and the tree then dropping most of the rest of them during the holiday. Happy days!
Hi Tessa, yes I just heard that Wollemi pines are becoming popular as Christmas trees, how interesting! And I wish you luck with your little tree. It really is the ideal way to have a Christmas tree, and I suspect that maybe the difference between indoors and outdoors isn’t as extreme as it is in the UK, so hopefully your tree will have a better chance of adapting. I’d love to know how you get on!
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Oh, that’s funny Damian. At least he didn’t get his legs trimmed 🙂
It’s late December, and it never gets cold enough to snow here.
My favorite Christmas tree is thus a nice leafy Scudderia sp.
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When I look up Scudderia, I get a very attractive katydid, or a variety of Ferrari 🙂
It’s curious that Christmas celebrates the birth of Christ which took place in a desert (or so I understand.) I wonder when ice and snow and pine trees came into the picture. (I shall have to Wikipedia it.)
Chez the Gerts I’m afraid we have a plastic tree with fake baubles for lights. We do have Christmas pud though.
Thank you for your enjoyable and informative blog. We hope all goes well for your Christmas with your parents and family.
We have a plastic tree too, Gert and Gert…..it is getting a bit shabby now, but by the time we’ve covered it in ancient tinsel it does the job. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas, and that 2018 brings you health and happiness (and maybe wealth too! It never hurts, does it).