The sun has been shining here today, beginning to melt the snow and thaw out the laundering. Icicles have been drip, drip, dripping; beating a steady pulse on the metal cover of my braai (new word I've learned! If you want to know what it is, ask Desiree) .
With a clear, sky-blue backdrop, and all of the snow having disappeared from their branches, the skeletal trees have been showing off their winter beauty and I thought I'd have a play from my bedroom window to see how well I could zoom in on the neighbours trees.
This hawthorn is very dead from about two thirds of its height upwards. If it were mine, I would have it pollarded, but it actually belongs to my next door but one neighbour. The best thing about it remaining, is that I can watch the squirrels chasing each other around its branches in the spring.
The sycamore is far more slender and shimmers silvery grey. This is self seeded in the garden to my left. I suspect it's an offspring from the big sycamore at the very bottom of my own garden, but it has grown up wholly unnoticed by Mr. K, merely sneaking in amongst the other trees, bushes and brambles which make up the lower half of his garden. Someone with a very tidy mind might object, but I love it as a haven for wildlife :)
My own flowering cherry is determined to grow upwards faster than I can trim it back. Every time I turn round, it seems to have added a few more inches.
and in the background is the parent sycamore; a beautiful big tree, in spite of all the rubbish it drops on my plants!
And here is one which isn't quite so skeletal. It's lovely to have a bit of green and, although leylandii may not be my favourite, in this particular spot at the very tippy-top, just where the branches seem far too delicate to support the weight of anything larger than a butterfly, come spring...
...the blackbird will perch and sing his little heart out.