Phoenix palms! They make up an estimated half of all hand surgeries in Auckland. There are horror stories; the worst, I think, was published in the Herald, in 2000, with this flat and emphatic headline: “Phoenix palm needle ruins caretaker’s life.” The story made for sad reading. “Mike Manton has good reason to hate Phoenix palms. A spike from one pierced his right thigh and snapped off a year ago while he was loading fallen palm branches on to a trailer at the Vaughan Homestead in Long Bay Regional Park, where he was the caretaker. Five operations later, Mr Manton, aged 58, still uses a walking stick, takes Prozac for depression, and has had to leave the part-time caretaker’s job and his post as a volunteer firefighter.” He had been a fireman in Wairoa, Putaruru, Cambridge and Te Awamutu before moving to Auckland. Manton died in 2013. He was farewelled with a firefighters’ guard of honour when his casket was carried to the chapel. He survived fire but was brought low by a Phoenix palm.
Phoenix palms! A guy on Trade Me is offering a mature tree for $10,000 (“buyer must pick up”) from his estate in Cambridge. It won’t find a buyer in Auckland, where the trees are classified as pests; the law prohibits breeding, selling, or planting. Good. They are vicious, they attract rats, they suck up the water table. We are living in a time of war on Phoenix palms. In 2020, Matamata chopped down the 19 palms lining the street on Tamihana St for 70 years; that same year, someone deliberately poisoned and killed eight palms in front of Mansion House on Kawau Island; in July last year, Pest Free Kaipātiki Restoration Society celebrated its first round of Phoenix palm removal on the North Shore. They are on the way out. No more Phoenix palms.
Phoenix palms! They’re a part of me, a part of Auckland. Stocky, all jagged edges, able to survive frosts (the Otago Daily Times has
reported the existence of a Phoenix palm in Roxburgh), they are standing their ground, and continue to look majestic, triumphant, a mad flower of the tropics. They first came here 100 years ago, to beautify Raglan; the 19 Phoenix palms on Bow St remain in place, as do the palms planted in 1929 outside the Auckland Museum. They bring sunshine. They also bring misery, tenosynovitis (inflammation of tendons), ACC forms and worse; and yet I send this as a love letter to the Canary Island date palm, Phoenix canariensis, known and adored these past 100 years as the Phoenix palm.