But for now, I am caught by surprise each time I look out through the glass door or come in the other way through the gate.
Winter sunlight hits the thin limbs and slender whip of a stem. It just lights up.
Morning sun catches the tiny tree, and afternoon sun bathes it.
It's such a nothing little set of twigs, yet in the winter sunshine it is a noticeable accent in the garden.
I may rue putting a 15 foot tree in this enclosed spot and I may not be able to limb it up enough to eventually walk under, but it just looks right in its new spot and pleases me each time I see it.