Without being an expressed tree-hugger, I do like trees, especially solitaries, and have planted quite a few of them in the garden over the years. In front of the spiraea hedge, you see the rowan tree that I planted fifteen years ago beside the twenty-year-old shoot from an old sweet cherry tree of which I have just removed the last traces, and the old wild cherry tree to the far right. Behind the hedge, there is a gnarled, age-old apple tree and a young weeping birch that I planted ten years ago.




Along the inside of its trimmed lavendar hedge, the closely pruned rose bed is edged with different kinds of bulbs, blooming in purple, yellow and red, one or all colours at a time, from early spring until the roses take over in the early summer.
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