I found a chopped-up stump by the back fence when we first moved to this house. Thin wands were sprouting up from below a graft line on the murdered tree, so I left it alone to see what would grow back. These are its fiercely pink, serrated blossoms.
Until it fruited I didn't know what it was. It is, in fact, a peach tree producing quite small, but very sweet and juicy yellow peaches. It's a tough tree, growing steadily all through the drought.
Not the usual peach blossom, is it?
And this is my adored greengage plum tree, well established when I arrived.
In blossom or in leaf it is beautiful and its fruit is a marvellous, gleaming yellowy-green
I can hardly ever bring myself to prune it as I love sitting under the low-sweeping arches of its branches.