Through the year, I think my favourite tree of the valley is the poplar. It pays to be patient, as spring arrives and the bare branches of winter burst into life with the purest green of leaves, that type of green that says ‘new life’. The bark is so wonderfully crusty it makes me want to touch it. And then, after a summer set to the soundtrack of wind swishing through the poplar leaves, comes Autumn Showtime.

Here is the photographic story of our poplar year.

March, in sun and cloud…

April, and the fluffy seeds disperse… May, saplings are planted… July…August… November… 5 to remember
el preferido/la preferida – the favourite
paciente – patient
lo más puro – purest
crujiente – crusty
la banda sonora – the soundtrack