I planted two trees yesterday – the plum, called Victoria, which seems to be the most popular variety in the UK, presented to the world in 1840. Apparently, once it starts to give fruits, their colour, texture and flavour will be unearthly. But I keep calm and refrain from expressing any enthusiasm, because we all know the common knowledge that the taste of English food is…I also planted an apple tree – an old Caledonian variety that should be addressed to as James Grieve. This variety was cultivated in the British Isles during the days of Queen Victoria. Now it will grow on my allotment, and its fruits, if I turn out to be a successful gardener, will be eaten along with cheese accompanied by wine.
Since we had first frosts and surprisingly unpleasant fogs, leaves on neighbouring trees are almost gone, which is a bit sad, but just a little, as, on the bright side, spring is getting closer.
Victoria and James Grave have been cuddled with mulch and are waiting for spring. And today I came across (I cannot recall where exactly) a thought of Cappadocian Gnostic: Apollonius of Tyana, who was born in the year 15 AD and died eighty-five years later, and who liked to comfort his disciples with these words: ‘You, who find it hard to overcome melancholy, think of the countries where the trees lose all their leaves every year …’