{"id":611964191046,"date":"2025-11-13T15:38:09","date_gmt":"2025-11-13T15:38:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ashridgetrees.co.uk\/blogs\/uncategorized\/stop-and-smell-the-roses\/"},"modified":"2026-04-21T08:41:58","modified_gmt":"2026-04-21T08:41:58","slug":"stop-and-smell-the-roses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ashridgetrees.co.uk\/blogs\/roses\/stop-and-smell-the-roses\/","title":{"rendered":"Stop and Smell the Roses"},"content":{"rendered":"

I like to remember my mum smelling the roses, stopping to think, breathing in a lungful of sweet morning air (or the sharp, rich fug of a strong coffee) and listening to the excited trill of the blackbirds.<\/h2>\n

She savoured the simple pleasures of life; even before the intrusions of phones and apps, it was quite a rare gift to have, and one I\u2019m grateful she handed on.<\/p>\n

Through the good times and the hard (and there have been plenty of the latter for most of us this year), being able to pause and appreciate the wonder that is around us can be life changing. And that\u2019s no exaggeration. While it took a good few decades to truly kick in, I feel privileged to have inherited that wonderful ability from Mum. I also appreciate that for many, perspective and seeing the bright side isn\u2019t always easy.<\/p>\n

Those daily reminders of the beauty of life could come from a loaf of bread, fresh from the oven and held up to the nose to inhale deeply; or maybe a ripe fig sliced open to reveal its intricately seeded anatomy. For a gardener like me, it\u2019s the other-worldly softening of November fog, a string of fat dew drops clinging to the spreading branches of an acer<\/a>, or the velveteen promise of a magnolia bud in winter.<\/p>\n

Either way, and perhaps counterintuitively, it\u2019s the details of the world around us that seem to allow us to step back and see the bigger picture. With possibly the most un-traditional Christmas ever around the corner, and \u2013 if the last few months are anything to go by \u2013 many a twist and turn likely on the road ahead to spring, it seems a good time to take stock. So, with that in mind, I present a modest list of some of my most reliably joy-bringing candidates.<\/p>\n

Silver Birch<\/h3>\n
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I have three in my city garden, planted by the previous owners (that willow<\/a> two metres from the house was a big mistake \u2013 but I thank you for the silver birch!). They\u2019re the upright kind with bright white trunks, just the right size for a small garden. Right now, their crowns are a delicate rust-coloured filigree against a pale grey sky.<\/p>\n

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Acers \/ Maples<\/h3>\n
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Re-carpet your garden with acer leaves<\/figcaption>\n<\/figure>\n

I mentioned my lovely acer earlier, with its shimmering dew drops strung along the near-horizontal branches. It really does have lovely bones. And more. The spring leaves come in zesty lime and pink, then mature to a deeper green. In autumn the foliage is transformed again, covering the ground underneath by November in a rustling cloak of pomegranate red.<\/p>\n

Roses<\/h3>\n
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I have at least three roses<\/a> in my back garden that are still in bloom in December. And I know that\u2019s not just the London microclimate. I\u2019m constantly astounded by their toughness in the face of adversity, carrying on regardless of neglect, unwieldy pruning or battering storms. A lesson in resilience for us all.<\/p>\n

Winter Honeysuckle<\/h3>\n
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Mine starts coming into bud in November and carries on through until February. The large, rather ungainly shrub transforms to a powder puff of creamy white, each flower a power pack of sprightly lily-of-the-valley perfume. On a sunny day, the scent is irresistible. And the bees agree.<\/p>\n

Softness<\/h3>\n
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Furry lamb’s ears in the winter garden<\/figcaption>\n<\/figure>\n

I\u2019m an absolute sucker for fuzz, fleece or fur. Whether it\u2019s a leaf, a bud or the unfeasibly soft paw of my cat, I\u2019m forever reaching out for a stroke. Right now in the garden I have stachys (aka lambs ears) still as tactile as ever, while just down the road is a fabulous Magnolia stellata already in bud. Rather incongruously, it\u2019s a street tree just outside the chip shop. Perhaps it\u2019s a ploy, planted by the owners to lure in passing bud-strokers as they catch the scent of salt and vinegar on the breeze.<\/p>\n\n

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