We knew the tree wasn't right for Auckland, despite being told 25 years ago that it was a cultivar suited to our climate. My partner planted an apricot tree after being told this particular variety would do well here. In its entire life the tree fruited twice. A single fruit appeared the year I moved in. I thought it was a sign as the tree hadn't fruited before. It was up high so the birds reaped the benefit of that one.
Then five or so years later the tree blossomed and, lo and behold, we harvested a decent crop of fat juicy apricots which were the best I've tasted. Things seemed to be looking up. But that, unfortunately, was the only time it fruited. A second apricot tree which had been planted a few years later had to come out, too, being in the wrong spot for the small section. The lack of another tree for pollination was not the cause of our poor fruiting luck - apricots are supposed to be self-fertile. The tree never blossomed again, so climate must be the culprit. Apricot trees, like many stonefruit, need a decent period of winter chill to ensure blossom and fruiting success.
Our courtyard design featured our tree as a focal point, with a bubbling water feature in a large pot in the shade the tree provided. The tree provided a sculptural framework for the space and looked good with a spotlight directed up its shapely limbs at night. During extra cold winters I crossed my fingers, hoping the winter cold would help buds to set and it would blossom again in spring. But it never did. We had other fruit trees to enjoy - espaliered figs and a pear, feijoas, bananas and a productive cherimoya, but we still had a hopeful eye on the apricot.
The signs were there. A few blackened shoots one year, then large scallop-shaped fungus grew out of the trunk. One main limb was ailing, the new foliage withering before summer. The bark loosened and insects, including weta, began to carve out a home.