The first growth of the weeping larch is a welcome sight for winter-sore eyes, and even though we are well into spring, the freshness of this shade of green, almost a celadon injected with a subtle undercurrent of aqua and turquoise, remains this vibrant until it goes up in fiery amber flame at the arrival of fall. While they look like an evergreen – the coloring and form is a convincing imitation of a blue spruce and its new evergreen growth – the leaves are soft and feathery to touch, and completely deciduous. A nifty little out-of-parlor trick.
Our larch is precariously close to being edged out by a selfish hedge of Thuja ‘Green Giant’, which is pushing it to weep even more. I’ve had it for so long that I’m wary of moving it, and I’ve cut the Thuja back as far as it will happily stand, so I’m hoping things stay relatively still for the season. I can’t bear the thought of moving it just yet.
