I bought a little ornamental peach tree several years ago. Whilst I know I have its name recorded in my gardening journal and when I planted it, I could not find the information quickly when I looked for it. I reckon I have had the peach tree a good ten years.
I know I bought it after reading about one and deciding it was something I wanted to add into my garden. First of all I planted it into the Coal Bunker Border, but it struggled and did not thrive. So I did what I usually do in these circumstances, I dug it up and put it into a pot. She was a lot happier being in a pot and finally started to look like she was growing. She remains quite small though, probably about one metre tall. Every year she has a blossom or two and this is good enough for me.
Last Autumn she was looking a little worse for wear following the hot dry summer and I could see she had become quite pot bound. I had a conversation with her about what she wanted to do: did she want to be placed in a larger pot or was she feeling strong enough to go back into the ground, but in a different part of the garden. The little peach asked for some time to consider this. I was not going to force her into a decision so bided my time until she felt really to commit.
The little peach decided that she wanted to be planted into the Pond Border. There was a gap that we both agreed would suit her so the hole was dug, watered and she was duly planted and watered again.
I kept an anxious eye on her over the winter. I was hoping that she would make it through the cold frosts this year but had that niggling worry as she has never seemed the most robust of plants. As Spring started to tap on the window, tiny gleams of green appeared along the branches. I watched them carefully and then, joy of joys, the signs of blossom buds appeared.
The little peach raised its limbs to the Spring sun, spoke words of love to the blossom buds and they replied by opening their petals to join the praise of the sun. The relocation seems to be a success, and long may it be so.