The other day my younger son pointed out to me that, even though our ‘haircut tree’ still has its leaves, it also has the buds for next spring already. In my head I could already see how it would change next spring. And then I remembered. It wouldn’t be my tree next spring.
We don’t know what the haircut tree is actually called, but we call it the haircut tree because of the way it grows. It’s a short, fat little thing which doesn’t grow taller. Its branches grow downwards and twice a year it needs a ‘haircut’. It’s like giving it a bob.
The haircut tree is the backdrop for many of my photos. If the kids are wearing something nice or they’ve got a certificate or something to show off, I stick them in front of the haircut tree for a photo.
Where will I take my photos when we move?!
But the haircut tree isn’t the only tree I love. We’ve got a lot of amazing trees in our garden.
There’s the cherry blossom right outside our front door. No big deal for 11 months of the year, but from the moment the buds of the blossom appear – themselves rather like little cherries, to the first blooms to the tree in full blossom – it is truly spectacular. It looks the same ever year, but that doesn’t stop me photographing it every year because it’s so beautiful.
Then there’s the apple tree, which is very big and produces a quite ridiculous number of (inedible) apples a year. They make a mess on the grass and attract loads of wasps and flies, but the blossom in the spring is so pretty that it’s all OK. The apples look beautiful when they’re bright red too, it’s just unfortunate they taste horrible.
Out the back we have a large tree called ‘the wiggly tree’. I think it’s proper name is a twisted willow. It was quite small when we moved in, but was surrounded by all sorts of shrubs and it had nowhere to grow. When we cleared all the overgrown stuff, it thrived and grew enormous, taking over a big portion of the back garden.
My other favourite tree isn’t even in our garden, but it’s right opposite our house and I seem to spend an awful lot of time looking at it. It’s the first to come to life every spring and the first to turn and lose its leaves every autumn. The blossom is pink and plentiful and lasts three days. Blink and you’ll miss it. The leaves are a dark reddy brown at first before turning green, then they go flame red in autumn before flying away.
The best thing about this tree is the kids can stand in it and sit in it. They spend hours up that tree just chatting to their friends.
We might only be going round the corner, but I’m going to have to say goodbye to all my lovely trees. There will be trees at the new house, of course, but I bet they won’t be anywhere near as good as my lovely trees.