Hello there, it’s me talking, that beautiful Japanese Weeping Red Maple. You will have to excuse my temporary home in this plastic pot. I have been living with several hundred Japanese Maples of various varieties in a multi-acre nursery in Kansas City, Missouri. It is April 1999-- still some cold weather days here--when all of a sudden, I was being moved! Hey, where are you taking me? I have been happy here for the last few years. Just leave me alone.
Well, they would not listen. I was subjected to a trip in a rough riding truck, with a bouncing bunch of cheap, noisy plants as company. None of these plants can equal the sleek style of my branches, my superior beauty, and my superb color due to the utmost in care by my gardeners. All of these plants were being shipped to The Great Outdoors Nursery in Austin, Texas on Congress Avenue, to the attention of Tom Tinguely, owner. They displayed me on a 2-foot high bench to help sell the other Japanese Maples that were in the shipment.
It seems no one wants to purchase me. What is wrong? I’m living in my pot, wondering what is wrong with me. The customers inquire about the price but just shake their head no and say the plant is not worth that much. It seems that my hard work spent becoming such a fantastic specimen was going to go for nothing, a cheap discounted price – wait a gentleman is looking me over – Yes, he is buying me at the regular price! He knew the value of the plant as did Tom the owner of the nursery. When I arrived at my new home I was set into a hole and planted immediately. Gosh, was I a happy plant. My roots were really sore from pushing against the plastic walls of the pot and were glad to be able to grow. 1999 was a great year for me. As I began to grow, my roots started singing, and all was well except that I was planted next to a concrete wall. I hate to complain but you know us Japanese Maples, we are just plain picky.
My limbs grew an abundance of leaves which greatly improved my overall beauty. Then in June of 2006 my man began to dig a hole around me. It seems we were moving. I cried for the old home but the crying stopped when I saw my new home. My home would be under a large Red Oak tree, where I would receive 2 to 3 hours of sun from the east each morning. This was a perfect place, a real improvement over my location at my old home. When you come to visit me, enjoy my beauty, as there is not another Red Japanese Weeping Red Maple in this area as outstanding as I. Thanks to my knowledgeable Master Gardener for his tender loving care. I always give my gardener some praise. Hope your plants are as happy as I am.
Thanks…the best Japanese Maple, ever.