Startled by a sharp crack as I was walking down from East Street into Ewell Village this morning, a crack which turned out to be a falling cone from what I carelessly call a white cedar, a handsome tree with a large, spreading crown. A cone which shattered on impact into its component scales.
I picked up a handful and they are now planted out in John Innes No.2, despite it being rather doubtful whether the scales still contain any seeds. We shall see.
PS: the proper name is the white Atlantic cedar, not to be confused with the weeping Atlas cedar or the white cedar, both quite different. See, for example, reference 1.
Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/08/atlas-cedar.html.
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