A Robinson crabapple appears headed for a cheerful life in Eastwood

Our new Robinson crabapple.

Our new Robinson crabapple.

I look out the picture window this glorious May 1 morning and admire the new addition to our front lawn.

A tree grows in Eastwood. A Robinson crabapple, to be exact.

Two Januarys ago, we lost the olive tree that had graced our front yard since we moved in. It was an interesting-looking specimen, for sure. It would be a stretch to call it stately, as gnarly and knobby the roots had become. Up top, it stretched dangerously close to the National Grid wires running to the peak of our house. No, it did not yield any olives suitable for salads, or a martini.

Karen and I loved it anyway. We didn’t know anybody else in Syracuse whose garden stake included an olive tree. (Truth be known, we didn’t look too hard to find another, or attempt to join the Syracuse Olive Tree Club, or anything like that.) It was old, and it was ours, up to the minute the big wind came and toppled it, loosening that aforementioned electric connection at the peak, narrowly missing our cars in the driveway and landing a whisper from our neighbor’s car parked in front of our house.

The old olive tree missed our cars in the driveway when it fell.

The old olive tree missed our cars in the driveway when it fell.

Last year, Good Neighbor Tim offered a cherry tree he and wife Lori had decided was too cramped next to their house out back.

Plenty of water and numerous checks-for-life later, it remained brown and dry. I left it in the ground over the winter with the odd hope that this spring, buds would appear.

Nope. Dead. Transplant failed.

So Karen researched the type of tree we would cherish most. We wanted flowering bursts of spring color. We wanted a tree that wouldn’t grow too big for our Eastwood front yard.

We wanted a dogwood or crabapple, Karen decided.

They had both types in the garden section.

After reading the tags, looking at the pictures, closing one eye to get the best look, and closing both eyes to imagine the future, we both liked the shape and statistics of the Robinson.

I rode with it home in the back of the CX7, holding the root end tightly as a couple of feet of the thin, bud-speckled main trunk bounced outside the passenger side window.

The spade work and Miracle Grow soil treatment went without a hitch immediately upon arrival in Eastwood.

It rained some since. We watered it some, too.

Tiny leaves have sprouted from those buds.

Our flowering Robinson crabapple looks happy. So do we.

3 thoughts on “A Robinson crabapple appears headed for a cheerful life in Eastwood

  1. Pingback: Hi, bud! I see you like your new location | markbialczak

  2. Good choice in flowering trees…we have 2 crabapples…very hearty and are absolutely beautiful when they bloom…albeit for such a short time you have to enjoy them for those 2 weeks or so!!


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