Cedrus atlantica 'Glauca'
20th April 2008
I have just one seedling left of the ten or so I germinated, and it is precious to me.
When I was seven, we moved to a new house, and my parents planted a baby Cedrus atlantica 'Glauca' in the middle of the garden.
I remember my late father jumping over it, on the principle that he wouldn't be able to do it once it started growing. It was more of an aerial waddle
than an elegant leap, but it made the point.
They are ungainly things as youngsters.
I grew up watching this thing slowly creep upwards (I don't think it liked the solid yellow clay it was planted in).
Last year I was able to visit the garden, and admired it as a tree, albeit still a rather ungainly one, and came away with a cone, from which this
little seedling has been raised.
It will get a rather special place in the garden here, eventually.