Posts Tagged ‘Donald Wyman Crabapple’

I have been out for a walk about the gardens, rejoicing in the emergence of plants and trying hard  not to worry about what comes next.

The ferns are starting to emerge. I love to watch their first, tentative peeks at the sky, then their gentle unfurling as they dance in the sunshine.

The Brunnera Langstrees (false forget-me-knot) are starting their show with their airy blue blooms. This is my very favorite brunnera. I love the dotted leaves that seem to smile and say “hey, we all have our own fashion sense, have we not?”.

Above is the Donald Wyman crabapple, blooming early this year. We thought we lost it two years ago when a randy buck did battle with the bark, but here it is, resplendent today, just in time to say Happy Birthday to our darling Keziah, who is two years old today!

Here are a few hearts and flowers for you, Kezzie!


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Winter tugs and pulls and hangs on for as long as it can in these parts. March is often cruel and always fickle and April is often hesitant to “strut her stuff”. Yesterday, she did, with sunshine  and warm breezes and temperatures in the eighties, inviting kites to fly and kids of all ages to revel in the season.

We’ve been watching Kezzie’s tree, a Donald Wyman crabapple, through the snow and cold of winter, fearful that it was irreparably damaged when the deer made sport with its tender bark last autumn. We fretted and cussed, Tom fenced it in, then we waited. All through the long, dark, snowy winter, we waited.  Yesterday, the first tender leaves appeared and a sign of hope along with them.

We ate lunch in the Ginkgo Restaurant at the Morton Arboretum, then took a stroll around the lake where mallards preened and geese swam and turtles sunned on the warm rocks. The Daffodil Glade is ready to pop with sweeping carpets of yellow to compliment the Siberian Swill already hugging the soil, their purple flowers a welcome sight. As we drove around, we could see the emerging blooms on the forest floor and we promised to come back soon.

Here on the Cutoff, a walk-about also showed signs of renewal.







What changes are about in your corner of the world?

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Image from Morton Arboretum website. Donald Wyman Crabapple

Local legend has it that a wind surge swept through the cutoff a few years before we moved here, taking down a path of mature trees with its force. Some had to be removed immediately, of course, and there were three or four stumps left behind when we moved in. We had the stumps removed last year as part of a larger plan to eventually reforest our little acreage.

It’s slow going. Besides the resident herd that have left a browse line that evokes an image of badly plucked eyebrows on an aging doyenne, trees of any worthwhile size are costly. We are, however, committed to slowly planting trees as we are able to.

A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in. Greek Proverb

First, there was Harry Lauder. Not a tree, but a rather eccentric bush. Harry was a Mother’s Day gift from Tom that I’ve spoken about before. Harry has kept us entertained for several seasons, until last winter, when a randy buck decided to sharpen his antlers on some of the gnarled branches. Harry Lauder, I am sorry to say, was a tad more dapper last year. I gave him a good clipping this spring, and, except for being a bit embarrassed, I think he will make it and revive his vaudevillian act again in another year or two.

A Royal Frost birch took up residence last year. It was a fairly good-sized tree, dwarfed by the stately oaks and elms and walnuts standing guard. We know that we will be “pushing up daisies” before this tree reaches any appreciable height, but we feel a responsibility to improve the property for the next generation.

We like to mark milestones in our family with living things. Jennifer had a white lilac and Katy a pussy willow. Jennifer and Jason gave me a Clethra bush for Mother’s Day a few years ago and its sweet cinnamon scent makes me want to bake cookies come July. One year, the girls gave their daddy an Austrian Pine. It was barely two feet tall. It eventually grew taller than Jennifer, then Katy, then Tom, who had it moved to another part of the yard when a new garage was needed.

Chicago Botanical Gardens image.

This one is for Kezzie. A Donald Wyman crabapple that will hopefully bloom in the spring, just as she did. It will be covered with fragrant, white blossoms, then tiny red apples to attract the variety birds that hang around on the cutoff, As she grows and comes to visit us now and again, she will see the tree and mark its growth, just as we will mark hers.

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