A good thing about living in a village where most of the land is owned by the very few, is that for cottage-dwellers the views are lovely. We overlook a walled paddock at the front, just over the road, and when we moved here there were sheep and a beautiful white horse to gaze upon. They have all moved on and been replaced with a collection of trees. None of them are exotic: they are mainly malus, prunus, sorbus and crataegus, which you would expect to see on any roadside in the middle of England. They are wonderful unpretentious trees, especially now with their blossom and later on with their fruit. Generally they are dotted about but some are in lines, creating avenues to walk down. On closer inspection though, many of the trees have little circles around them, like a necklace at the base of a long neck. These are neat plantings of spring flowers including daffodils, primroses and - oh horror - hyacinths. Garden snobbery is not really allowed in public but can be so much fun and to my wilfully ignorant mind, a necklace of flowers to decorate the base of a tree is just... completely un-called for.* Discuss.
*Except perhaps in a formal garden, like this one, with a ha-ha nearby.