This scrawny little tree was planted nearly 14 years ago at the centre of the First Garden. A simple circle with a path around it and a few roses around that. A little further out: a shelter belt of native trees and shrubs. Then, the house was built and the washing line needed paving bricks – money was tight – so the First Garden was robbed. Then forgotten about.
On some date unknown the birds added seeds that became weed trees. Three of them. Which made a delightfully shady glen until I realised the Chinese elm (Ulmus parvifolia) was still alive. (Yes, I am aware that gardeners in more clement climes would screech that my ulmus is a weed.)
The First Garden begins again.