This evening after work (the job took 20 minutes, the travel took four hours and I had to wait around for three and a half hours - my work is bizarre) I went for a run with the aim of meeting some scented Poplars that Ian had told me about.
On the way, I met some Aspens. Check out the bark of the young tree - typical.
The leaves are smaller and more indented.
There was an older tree - and the shapes and sinews of its bark were glorious.
As you can see, this was right next to a river - and Poplars do like a lot of water.
The leaves seem silvery on the upper side and darker beneath, making a flickering pale canopy.
After a while I came to the row of trees planted as a windbreak.
What was incredible was that the trees seemed to have sprouted shoots. There were three of four young trees alongside them.
I sniffed the leaves. They were scented! But the smell was more... Play Doh than Lemon Sherbet. Though in the same family of scent.
I thought these might be more inclined to grow in a pot than the shoots from my trees in the copse. Some of them are surviving, but I am not convinced they will make it. So, another chance at propagation.
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