Feel sorry for the trees in this garden. We have six or seven small trees depending how you count them, and the fact that some of these should not be trees at all.
What they represent is maturity. I can't buy that at the garden centre, so I let these wandering beasts be. Part of me loves their spirited wandering; they do as they please.
But I know this is not management. I leave these wild things for years, until one starts leaning perilously towards a garden gate, and within a few months I can't open the gate.
Today, it's a choice between tree or gate. My only defence is that I waited until winter, when it would be asleep.
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