May-ish Photo Comp. – Trees.

Abject apologies for the lateness of this, I have been busy repairing some winter damage to the other house but that is no real excuse for my dereliction.  Anyway here we are and May is almost gone and photographic opportunities abound.  So how about we make the subject “Trees”.   It can be one, a few or a whole forest if can get them in the viewfinder.  I like trees and can often see the Ent in many of them.

Here are a few I took this morning wandering around the yard (me that is, the trees were their usual stationary selves).  t3cs

The conifer in the middle was our 1994 Christmas tree, now about 50 feet and thriving.

t1cs

This is the top of a healthy Beech that is probably 100 feet tall and on the property line towards my neighbour’s house.

So away you go, trees big or small, few or many, post them as a comment in a post linked here.  For closing let’s say June 20th.  midnight EDST.  Good hunting.

Author: Low Wattage

Expat Welshman, educated (somewhat) in UK, left before it became fashionable to do so. Now a U.S. Citizen, and recent widower, playing with retirement and house remodeling, living in Delaware and rural Maryland (weekends).

10 thoughts on “May-ish Photo Comp. – Trees.”

  1. Well, I know this sad looking tree doesn’t look much at the moment but just wait until next year, or later this Summer.
    In order to make the poor old chap stand any chance in this month’s competition I need to tell his story and maybe touch a few of the judges heartstrings.

    My wife’s mother ( Else) often spent six weeks during late September and October in our house in Spain (Costa Dorada). She was usually there with her best friend, Regina. They were both well into their seventies at the time.

    In 2002 my mother-in-law decided that we needed a large tree in the garden to provide better shade during the hot months. With our agreement she planted a ‘maulbeerbaum’ with great pride. (she was German)

    For the following 4 or 5 years it hardly grew. It was a permanent source of frustration for Mum. Sadly she died in 2006 and never lived to see the shade provided by her tree. The year following her death, the tree went mad, swamping the area (about 6 meters square) with a wonderful parasol of leaves. We have sat under the tree ever since, when we are on holiday there. Regina, now 85, still goes their each year for her Autumn, summer-extending holiday. Each day when we sit under this tree we remember our Else

    We will retire permanently to this house in October this year, however the tree needed heavily pruning last year, as it was taking over the whole area. I pruned it right back, hardly knowing what I was doing. All through the Winter and early Spring I was worried that I had overdone it, maybe even killed it.

    Last week I drove down to the house and was extremely happy to see that he is happy again. By July we will have our shady spot back 🙂

  2. Hello Gazoopi: Let’s get this clear right away, the judge is an expat. Welshman turned Yank, his heartstrings had atrophied before puberty and posting the pic. three times does not work either.

    A few lessons in the fine art of tree pruning when you find leisure time in retirement is suggested, and a short study of the “Images in comments” section of the menu bar could also save frustration. Mrs. Osborne could help with the pruning, just be sure to ask nicely.

    I like the tree picture and the story.

  3. Hi LW, the advice is great but alas I did read the ‘Images in Comments’ section, so don’t even have that as an excuse.
    Please feel free to delete the comments (leaving only the first one of course) as you have the access to erase them, in order to tidy things up a bit.
    🙂

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