We had our breakfast in the English garden yesterday. A bowl of pomegranate seeds, to have on our oatmeal, will be the last from our pomegranate tree in the corner. You can see the tree in the top left corner of the picture. It really has become more of a bush over the years, the center trunk having succumbed to some kind of bark fungus during a wet summer.
Still the tree soldiered on with a lackluster crop every year. Sometimes due to late frosts but mostly to decline. I kept waiting for another year like the one we had some years ago. Oh! you should have seen how many pomegranates we harvested that year. Do you remember? I won second place in a photo competition called 'Abundant Harvest' What could be more fitting than the pomegranate winning such a prize with its association with fertility.
But this year in May the hail came and it did massive damage to every woody plant. You can see the tree has tried valiantly to repair the bark in many places.
In others it seems to have given up.
And so I decided the time had come to remove it and redo that corner of the garden. David has been asking for a few years if he could take it out so I finally gave him permission. At last we will be able to use the gate at the back.
For the present time I am thinking about what to do in this empty spot. I have my share of those this year so it may take me a while. In the meantime I have moved the refurbished, garage sale bench into the area. What could be more fitting for a so called English garden.
There is work to do; re-stucco the wall, move those iris and the yaupon holly that seeded under the tree. Maybe a pot of winter annuals to dress up the area, a little table on which to put my tea tray! Now if only the weather would become more fall like I could get on with moving a few plants around and then I can sit down on the bench, tea in hand and a pile of gardening books by my side, and come up with an idea.
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