We call it our Monster. Our house is over a hundred years old and when we moved here we asked a tree surgeon to survey it. He said that it pre-dates the house and it was likely that the buildings were built around it. If you look at our house from across the valley, the Monster stands out like a beacon in landscape, dwarfing everything around it. I wonder if it can be seen by a satellite!!
I have read that beech trees can live for up to 400 years so subsequent generations will be able to enjoy its majesty too. I hope they do but I fear a descendant who likes a simple life may decide enough is enough - because the Monster brings responsibility, maintenance and enough leaves to keep the RHS supplied with leaf mould. Worst of all, it produces piles of prickly seed pods which hungry squirrels bury and forget about. The seeds take root everywhere and Doc and I sometimes have a competition to see who can pull up the most beech saplings from the most unusual places. Come to think of it, I could pot them on and sell them... (Would you like one?)
But despite the work, it would be a shame to lose our Monster. Houses are built with much smaller gardens these days and there is room for the beech here – just. It is usually recommended as a specimen tree in parks or large estates because it can grow to 49 m (160 ft) tall with a 3 m (
Horticultural books suggest that gardeners do not try growing anything underneath a large beech tree's boughs because the roots are shallow and take the moisture from the soil. However, we have a healthy bed of hellebores, bulbs and solomon's seal to name but a few....obviously the Monster has not read the books.
Occasionally, we have a barbecue, sit on the terrace and listen to the breeze gently swishing through its leaves. The rustling, the swaying and sunlight shimmering on the leaves is hypnotic and soothing, almost lyrical. Wine helps of course because otherwise we would sit there contemplating how many barrow loads of leaves are clinging to its branches.
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