down vertiginous Hope Chapel Hill
the other day,
from a garden design project
in the airy heights of Clifton, my eye was caught by:
the westerly sun was blazing on the windows
of Dowry Parade.
Love its old world elegance and its quirkily angled facade.
As much, I love at this time of year its pollarded plane trees:
For all that twitter and blogdom are alive with talk of Spring we yet have half of February to go!
And for all that genuine tree lovers will mentally tie me to a stake and stone me, these gawky creatures (which always remind me of giraffes in their neck reaching awkwardness) sell winter tree structure to me big time.
Yes I too love to see trees growing naturally, but a heavily and correctly worked tree has a character and charm all of its own.
Perhaps pretty is the wrong word.