This avenue of flowering plums were very much a part of Trevallyn's landscape: cultural landscape; heritage landscape. Some individual trees survive in some streets and they were/are great markers of the changing seasons.
This particular avenue was spectacular but not spectacular enough to save themselves. Someone at the Council "deemed" that they were at the end of their life ... and sure thing they were.
A Council officer came along with a chainsaw and "dropped'em" and they died –
bureaucratically speaking they’d reached the end of their
life so to speak.
It turns out that there was a need to replace a pipe and they were in the way. There was a street meeting and Council agreed to replace the avenue "with natives" but it turned out to be different as someone again "deemed" that there should be flowering cherries.
However the flowering cherries haven't survived due the vandals and/or an environment inappropriate for them ... no water etc.
NOW ... well there is nothing much except the memory of an avenue that left alone might still be there. Indeed, it might have been that they needed to be successively replaced but that was/is doable.
It's a story that resonates around the place and its a story mainly to do with bureaucratic convenience and nothing to do with placemaking, placescaping or planning.
Also, the city is changing as in the background here there was GUNNS TIMBER YARD – a place where stuff was made – and now its GIANT HARDWARE STOTRE – a place where stuff from elsewhere is sold.
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