Chicago parkway trees do one thing so well when it snows, it warrants recognition. Leaves gone, bony old branches snatch snow onto themselves like a startled bather snatches a towel.
The change is dramatic and democratic. Every branch receives its fair share. Draped thusly, lushly, trees just look so jolly and huggable I’m suprprised we don’t form lasting friendships with them more often.
Evergreens, conversely, don’t take to this outdoor fashion with any sense of verve. Most look like snow-soup got dumped on their heads and they would very much like to be rid of the mess.
They do seem grateful when we knock off the stuff, fetch them inside and festoon them with colored lights.
High maintenance. That’s what evergreens are.