Which Trees in Cleveland Evaporate the Most Water? Trees are unmatched in their ability to move water. A single mature, high‑water‑use tree can evaporate tens of gallons of water a day through its leaves. No pump, pipe, or drain works as quietly or as continuously. Their deep roots pull moisture from saturated soil, and their broad canopies release it back…
After Guzzler turned Dave’s backyard into a desert, Dave decided it was time for a change. He called a local tree service and planted a new sapling — a sweetgum named Sunny, known for moderate water use and a sunny disposition. But Sunny had other plans. On day one, Sunny stretched her roots, sniffed the soil, and said, “Oh no….
In a quiet Cleveland suburb, a homeowner named Dave planted a fast-growing hybrid poplar in the soggiest corner of his backyard. He’d read somewhere that it “drank like a camel,” which sounded perfect for his puddle-prone lawn. The tree, later named “Guzzler,” took that reputation personally. By week two, Guzzler was slurping groundwater like it was competing in a root…
There once was a maple tree named Marv who lived in a Cleveland backyard that was wetter than a Lake Erie shoreline in April. Every spring, the yard turned into a squishy, shoe‑stealing swamp. The homeowner, Mrs. Kowalski, was convinced the ground was plotting against her. One day, after yet another rainstorm, Marv felt his roots sitting in cold groundwater…
It was a quiet summer evening, the kind where cicadas buzz like a background soundtrack and porch lights flicker on one by one. We were halfway through a movie when the wind picked up, rattling the windows. At first, it was just a breeze. Then it turned into a roar. Out back, the maple tree swayed like a dancer who’d…
Once upon a time, at the edge of our neighborhood, there lived a tree with a flair for drama. Unlike the other trees, who were content to sway quietly in the breeze, this one loved attention. It stretched its branches proudly over the power lines, whispering to the wind, “One day, I’ll show them who really runs this street.” That…
The Johnsons thought they’d won when the old oak was cut down. But the stump had other plans. Every morning, it seemed to creep a little farther out of the ground, roots poking up like elbows. The kids swore it was moving closer to the swing set. The dog refused to fetch near it, growling like the stump was plotting…
It all started with a thud. One windy day, our backyard transformed from a quiet corner into a disaster zone when a mighty old oak tree, once the pride of our landscape, fell with a crash. It lay there, trunk and branches sprawled across the ground, roots sticking out like the hair of an ’80s rock star. A mysterious hole….
For weeks, I couldn’t take my eyes off the enormous branch hanging over my roof. It was thick, heavy, and looked like a tree was clawing at my house from above. Every storm made it sway, every gust of wind made me think, “Yeah, it’ll hold. It’s strong. It’s been here forever and has withstood stronger winds.” One rainy evening,…
