It's all in the anticipation when it comes to deciduous ornamentals, says Justin Newcombe.
The "low maintenance" garden has ruled for the past 20 years, and fair enough too. But the result has often been a kind of prosaic greenscape with little seasonal variation.
Because of our recent penchant for everything evergreen, it's easy to forget the elegance and theatre of some deciduous trees. Deciduous trees evolve through the seasons, giving us the drama and colour of a budding spring, the fresh, soft, often translucent foliage of early summer and some remarkably fiery shows in autumn. The depths of winter offer up bare branches and a kind of cold hibernating decay which I suspect may have made many deciduous trees unpopular.
But during winter, deciduous ornamentals offer something a hazy evergreen monotony can't and that's anticipation. During winter deciduous trees look so forlorn and bare. I find myself looking for any signs of new growth, sometimes even snapping a small branch or two just to satisfy my curiosity that the tree is in fact living. By the end of July I'm craving the first signs of a budding blossom or any intimation this wet winter will soon warm into the eagerly awaited spring.
When the day finally does arrive and the pink, white or "exuberant other" blossom explodes into a kind of suspended pyrotechnic display of colour, it seems a cause for a little internal fist pump every time you go outside. Blossom is also a magnet for birds and insects, adding to the impression that life in your garden has just exploded out of nowhere.