There is one catalpa at the nursing home where I visit daily. I love it. Sadly, one of our severe storms really tore many branches off of it. Had I known then that catalpa wood is precious, I would have grabbed those limbs! I guess they got dumped with all the other downed tree limbs that year, who knows where.
So the tree is a mere shadow of itself, but its lovely blossoms continue to fall on the cars parked beneath it in the parking lot. Usually my own. I park under it because I have become emotionally attached to it and feel that it is "my tree."