Our good friends Patty and Alex, who live in Italy, wanted to give me a tree to honor Cliff’s memory. Patty spoke to the owner of our local nursery and decided a Japanese maple would be a nice choice. They have a beautiful shape and Cliff loved the color.
Because December is summer here, it was the wrong time of year to plant a tree. It stayed at the nursery until mid March when the weather is better for planting.
The spindly looking things jutting out from the tree are new branches with bud ready for spring.
This isn’t actually where the tree was to go but it shows what we are up against when digging a hole for any reason. This stone is about 1.5 times the size of a rugby ball. The crowbar, essential for breaking up soil and stones around here, is in the background. There were plenty of stones in the maple tree’s hole ranging from large grapefruit size on down.
Japanese maples are hardy but don’t like wind which is a problem around here especially summertime in the afternoon when the wind roars up the valley from the sea. This spot was chosen because it is sheltered from that westerly wind by the house and from the easterly wind by the shed and shrubs. I think the tree will be very happy there.
Thank you Patty and Alex for a wonderful gift.