Despite most often seeing the tight fists of pollarded branches waving their witches brooms into the breezes of fancy rural neighborhoods, I don’t think fancy thoughts as I look at them. It’s not that this form of pruning didn’t have both its place and its purpose in its day, and even some artistry in the right contexts, it’s just so divorced now from any usefulness.
Pollarding a tree means hacking off the branches at the same basic spot on a regular basis. Akin to how the coppice stool comes back with a boom of super straight sprouts , pollarded branches respond with a similarly linear thrashing of twiggery (like hair, which the root word “poll” used to mean), but three things are different:
- The fresh brash is up the tree, higher than the browse Continue reading