That is really the only reason for it being here.
I planted ten of these trees, in an informal avenue through the garden, in 1982 or 83. A few died, a few blew over, I ran over one with the mower, and I have three or four of them left.
I took the photograph because I was busy with little fiddly photographs of snowdrops, and as I walked
back down through the garden, the sun was shining on the trunk, against a beautiful blue sky, and I
stopped and was amazed by its beauty. And that is why I grow trees.