Top: ornamental cherry (planted by us in the early 80s, now dying off in parts). Middle: ornamental apple - the blossom is almost purple, as is the small inedible fruit. Below: daphne, smells sweet and lovely. It's too near other shrubs, really. You never quite believe things will grow as large as it says on the tin but they do. That's one thing I've learnt about gardening.
I've just realise that my garden will be 50 years old next year as the house was built in 1960, though it looks older. Mrs H, the first owner, was a brilliant gardener, but she too planted some shrubs/trees far too close together. There's one in particular that ought to be cut down but every spring it produces such lovely delicate white flowers from its long lanky horizontal boughs that I don't have a heart to do so.
Re-reading A. Trollope at the moment and enjoying his humour. Finished Barchester Towers and now on Framley Parsonage which has a gripping story line. The young vicar has signed a bill (or promissory note?) for a dodgy friend which is bound to bounce!