Garden

This is another one of my favourite trees. It is a lively, complex Silver Birch (I think) in our back garden. It was planted eleven years ago in March ( a day before our youngest son was born), as a small sapling.


My wife understands the ecology. Apparently it is great because it is infested with black fly and green fly, which are farmed by ants from the garden and are a delight to the sparrows which cavort through its branches.


Yes, it was windy today (see previous post). What I like about this tree is the way it sways with the wind. The leaves are a slightly different colour on each side, so as the wind blows it, swathes of variegated colours swish across it.

Hopkins wrote about this also; I need to dig the poem out.