“The laburnum tree in the corner of our garden is in full, gorgeous, yellow bloom just now,” writes a Craigie regular.
“As I returned from locking my wife’s car and securing it for the night, I stopped to gaze at the tree and memories came flooding back.
“I remember my father-in-law and my wife’s uncle returning from a walk and handing me a young sapling for my new garden in 1971; it was that laburnum.
“I planted it in pride of place and it has flourished ever since. It was in bloom during its first spring here when the minister asked me to be his Sunday School superintendent.
“Later, I took many photos over the years with the backdrop of the bright yellow tree, including several of our two daughters when they were children.
“As I gazed at the beautiful sight, my eyes filled with tears, as I remembered posing my younger daughter and her new husband for a photo in front of the tree. They were on their way to a wedding and were dressed in the going-away outfits they had worn on their own wedding day a month before.
“Both, sadly, died very young and all I have are the memories, but that one is particularly beautiful, to be recalled in vivid detail every May when our little laburnum tree decides to dazzle us with its blossoms.”