Classic Gardening Magazine

Gardening as it ought to be

What are the chances of getting three cherries?

Three cherries on a slot machine would be very nice. Three cherries on my tree would be a miracle. Fortunately, I believe in miracles.

We have an espalier Stella, sold to us as a perfect dwarf rooted specimen to grow up a trellis.

For the first few years, Stella was the star that her name promised she would be. We got cherries in abundance – dark, verging on black, plump and luscious.

And Stella grew. Alarmingly for a tree that we expected to remain diminutive, the trunk quickly became as thick as an arm, then a thigh – and I’m talking about a wrestler’s thigh here. With all this muscular growth, the cherry crop diminished.

I know the basic problem is we have been sold a tree that needs space. If it could grow right up the back of the house it would probably be happy. But it can’t.

So for the last couple of years I’ve cut it right back. It has a frame to support its five main branches, but beyond the frame I will not let it grow. So those main branches have to grow sideways, via a multitude of little side shoots. Last year things looked a bit more promising, in that there were a few fruitlets after the blossom. But, come June, they all dropped.

This year, there are many little fruits forming. Next month will tell whether they will stay or go.

As I say, I believe in miracles. Or maybe it’s responding to threats., Perhaps it overheard Elena saying that this was its last chance. Fruit or scoot. We get cherries, or we get cherry firewood.

It has been warned.


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