15 responses to “Ulmus glabra ‘Camperdownii’”

  1. Anna

    This reminds me of the contorted beech that I’ve been searching for forever. Gorgeous! Where can I get one for my yard?

  2. B. Noll

    I’ve looked for the beech, “Tortuosa” for some time.

  3. Eric Simpson

    Neat tree, great habit!

    Reminds me a bit of the story of the Mother Hass avocado tree.

  4. Jo

    Just lovely. Thank you.

  5. Janeal Thompson

    Thank you, Daniel. Beautiful tree. JWT

  6. J Wong

    For folks in Northern California, Filoli gardens in Woodside has a lovely specimen of the Camperdown elm. I recall a story that a disgruntled person tried to cut it down. The scar of the chain saw around the trunk still remains. It seems to have survived very well from the injury.

  7. H E Gordon

    As a child I was fascinated by this tree in the garden of my grandmother’s friend in Eastern Ontario. I understood it had been grown from seed that had been brought home from Britain by the hero son of the neighbour at the end of WW1. It is interesting to hear that it grows best from cuttings.
    The tree would have been about 15 years old when i first saw it and was big enough for my sister and I to hide inside its dense umbrella of leaves and branches.
    Thank you for the lovely photo and the information.

  8. Marian Whitcomb

    I love the notion of wabi sabi, the idea of finding the beauty in a tree with challenges or an unusual growth habit, but as I have matured as a garden designer evolving into an ecologist, the idea of selecting and cloning bizarre, discolored, and aberrant specimens for novelty or an expression of individuality that humans crave on some deep level just no longer appeals to me. The more I learn of natural forms, the more unnatural even things like double roses seem to me…they become like bubble headed goldfish, albino kingsnakes, and hairless cats. Why? Why are we so discontent with the fantastic diversity the world offers us? Why does everything have to be on our own terms?

  9. Roberta Kurtz

    Marian Whitcomb, I totally agree with you about goldfish and cats, but I’m not so sure about plants. Aren’t many plants, such as citrus trees, made from grafting? Although, I’ve heard about this tree for sale that has multiple types of citrus grafted on it– the “Everything Tree”? I think that’s just too bizarre. I wonder if this also relates to genetic engineering. I don’t want to eat anything genetically modified, but I’m in favor of using it to prevent diseases in humans. I think they’re working on this for a vaccine against COVID19. Some people who have it never get symptoms. Sorry for the ramble, I’ve been isolated too long.

  10. Nicola Gray

    Probably not the same, but as a child I absolutely loved a weeping elm at an elderly friend’s place. It was fully mature and underneath, a room, secret and green with wonderful light filtering through – a place to dream. I have loved weeping elms ever since and this post was a pleasure to read … thank you!

  11. Richard Jensen

    I first “met” this one about 40 years ago when I began teaching at Saint Mary’s College (Indiana). It was planted just outside the science hall. My Field Botany students were stumped when trying to identify it. An unusual, but aesthetically pleasing, form!

  12. A W Lambe

    The garden where I grew up had many old trees, and two were particular treasures.
    One, a weeping willow, was my house. Every jutting branch, draped to the ground, was a room. The house had a door and I never entered any other way. In the fall I would rake all the leaves out of my house, so that its carpet of grass was showing and all the leaves remain outdoors.
    We also had an ancient apple tree which had been grafted with 4 different types of apples. When it was young and cared for, it probably produced a crop of interesting apples for someone, but in my day it was elderly and gnarled, appreciated for an entirely different purpose. One graft was a thick branch sticking out sideways at the perfect height for a swing. And when we tired of that we could climb the tree and sit on several branches, whiling away many a summer afternoon.
    Thank-you Daniel for this column which triggered such treasured memories!

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