Weeping cherry from beneath, I can almost stand, I'm not sure if that says more about the tree or my height |
Apple blossom and buds |
My mother has always had a thing
for fruit trees. If she spotted a small ropey one, looking like it might just
keel over at any moment she would buy it for a couple of pounds and nurse it
back to health and into a huge tree. If
it could have been nibbled all the way round by rabbits as well even better. In this way she has gathered quite a
collection: two apple trees, two cherries (which obviously don’t give you
fruit) a pear and that beloved greengage.
In the spring the garden is a sea of frilly white and pink blossom on
green and is definitely a highlight point.
She likes to work them bees hard!
Im pleased to report that the greengage is smothered in tiny fruit so
despite not being seen during bee watch they got the job done. They don’t call them pollinators for nothing. The blossom is all gone now and the garden is
now full of colour so its nice to look back to when the palette was more muted. I appear to have completely ignored the pear when taking these photos and the greengage had been and gone I'm afraid.
I obviously was in the mood for a bit of cherry because heres some more! |
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