|In the shade of the old apple tree|
However, I finally took the plunge, or rather the axe, and agreed that Norman, All Seasons Arboralist, should finally fell our old apple tree. In a fit of enthusiasm, I had planted a white rambling rose - Kiftsgate - having a romantic notion that the white blossoms cascading down and through the branches would make a delightful scene in early summer. In a Sissinghurst moment I added a white clematis montana for extra impact. Such a mistake! After a short time in garden terms, the poor tree was overwhelmed, the tree canopy so dense that I feared for its safety each time we had strong winds. So it was time for it to go.