Groggy of course, I go to the bathroom and, of course, I look out to the front yard. There's a tree. It's a young one, but it looks about a dozen feet tall. It's not planted where the previous tree was taken out earlier this year. But it's there, and I didn't ask for it, and sure as heck no one told me about it.
No one told me about a utility company marking down water and gas lines in my front yard with paint, either, but I saw those over the past couple weeks or so, too. I didn't have time to check with the city about the painted markings, but now, with a day off and some darn tree in my front yard, it was time. So I called the city and, yes, they knew about it. It was their plan to plant the tree, and since it involves digging a hole, the utility had to come out and mark where the gas and water lines are.
Ah, so I see. One thing that gives me pause, though, and I guess I should have been more cognizant about this when people stepped onto the front yard to remove the old, diseased ash tree. The person I spoke to at the city said that they can plant (and, theoretically, remove) trees because it's a "boulevard" tree ... and the front yard is city property. Wait -- my front yard is city property? So why in the hell am I mowing it half a dozen times a year? If it's not my property (and I don't know how it could be my property if it's city property), why in the hell isn't the city coming over to mow the lawn?
Feh. I'm trying to make lemonade out of lemons; I asked what kind of tree it is. I had thought that if we wanted a replacement tree for the front yard, we had to buy it and plant it. So I had gone down a rabbit hole of trees that are good to plant in our climate, like this page. I had dreams about what trees I wanted in the front yard, but the city obviously has other plans. The city's supposed to get back to me. Hopefully the tree up front is a hardy, Upper Midwest tree and not one that will get emerald ash borer.