… but not a particularly faithful treesome, as the Golfer periodically left me and the magnolia to our own devices and got on with sweet-talking the plum tree instead. Nevertheless, within only a few hours the magnolia was no more, its minor branches shredded and bagged up, the stump cut virtually to the ground and crab apple ‘Evereste’ planted in an adjacent spot, a spot that left more room for manoeuvring a wheelbarrow than its predecessor. A very satisfactory afternoon’s labour, I would say!
Click on the slide show below to watch the process :
Meanwhile, the Golfer was quite justly proud of his ability to tame the wayward old plum tree which hasn’t produced any plums for some years. Utilising not just scaffolding and extending ladders but also various lengths of rope and a trio of useful accomplices – Gumption, Brute Force and Ignorance – he has brought her almost to her knees. No, that’s not strictly true, as Ignorance was conspicuous by his absence because the Golfer knew exactly what he was doing. Not surprisingly I was proud of him too, especially for not falling off the scaffolding or allowing the tree to fall on him – and for not allowing any combination of the above to fall on the special snowdrop border below!