A cherry tree will be going into the backyard of the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
My dear wife Karen and I took the trip to Chuck Hafner’s Garden Center in North Syracuse this past weekend, walking the aisles under the sun out back and inside the greenhouses, too. We spied the varieties of blossom-producers, looking them over with hopeful and judging eyes. We read their tags and pictured them at full height and width at that spot in front of the backyard fence separating our yard from Good Neighbor Tim and his Wonderful Wife Lorraine’s plot.
We looked at how tall they are now and compared that to length of the Mazda CX5. Price came into play. These babies are expensive. Try north of $200.
The first group we ran into stood tall, probably too. The “profusion of soft-pink flowers” sounded wonderful, but I thought I’d have to call around to find somebody with a pick-up truck to help me bring one of these babies home. I also thought it would grow too high and wide for our Little Bitty backyard. The photo on the sign truly did help keep it in the running nevertheless.
And our Easter Weekend getaway to Washington, D.C., and the walk around the Tidal Basin to spot many beginning-to-bloom trees during the Cherry Blossom Festival became part of my mental calculations, too, when we spotted a field of white that revealed these weepers. I thought of Karen and a group of women amid white across a road when we strayed on the way toward the Jefferson Memorial.
Nice. But these, listed at six- to eight-feet maximum, would never grow that high. Not even close.
Other fruits began dominating the outdoor tree sections. Pear. Apple. Peach. Plum. I read the tags and pictured what we might put in our earth with even a Medium Bitty and Slightly Larger budget …
On the other side sat one more stand of cherry, this reading Burgundy Royal, looking promising to me for its vivid color, of blossom and leaves before they wave goodbye in fall. Also, I’d call these medium-sized at full maturity. Me likey.
On the way inside, the first of two greenhouses before reaching the store proper included a batch of cherry trees stored in the wayback. Karen spotted them right off. I picked up the red tags designating that they’d been sold.
The Little Twist combined pink and white, to my eyes, and had a top-heavy shape without any weeping.
White blossoms. Weeping shape. Full height, eight to 15 feet, over the top of the fence, but not over the top of our Little Bitty sensibility. (That’s in satisfying contrast to the mini Snow Fountains we spotted outside, I note.) Full width, six to eight feet, wouldn’t overwhelm the whole side of the yard. Zone 5, hardy to 20º below F.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner. We think. Of course, all of these had been tagged as sold. We’ll have to call and see if the good folks at Hafner’s have more to sell us in the next few weeks.
Would you pick a different type tree that blossomed for a longer period of time, and if so, which species? Would you go for a true fruit-bearing tree, and if so, which one? Which of the cherry trees do you like best, and why?