LOOKING out over the garden we moved to many years ago, I ask myself what has changed most. The answer’s not hard to see: the trees.
The garden is bigger and we’ve added plants, paths, ponds, steps, arches – but nothing has altered its appearance more than trees.
Some, sadly, have departed, including the ones I miss most, three large old English elms that sheltered our entrance but which succumbed to elm bark beetle and despite our best efforts had to go.
Others have grown massively, the best a majestic English oak (Quercus robur) planted in 1960.
This sturdy, beautiful tree has given us numerous hardy little saplings which we’ve dug up and shared with friends and local plant stalls.
The biggest change, though, has come…