When we bought our house two years ago, I was rather enamored with the queen palms. I thought the fronds were lovely to see and I liked hearing the breeze whispering through them.
I schlepped 40 pound bags of fertilizer from tree to tree, twice a year, maybe even three times. I was a misguided Ohio girl who somehow had it in her head the fertilizer would keep those bottom fronds green.
Ohhhhh, how those queen palms grew and grew. I had learned that queen palms here are about a hundred miles too far north and were brought in to give us unsuspecting Midwesterners a dose of a postcard Florida. But ours were looking so good that I was beginning to succumb to hubris.
Then came reality. Those bottom fronds turning yellow are part of the queen's plan. And those fronds get farther out of reach and people have to arrive with chainsaws and ladders........and then I saw the SEEDPODS!
Those have to come down, too. You will not believe how big they can get.
NOW, I am so over those trees.
(And their days are looking more and more numbered.)