23 years later it’s about eight feet tall, ten feet wide, and covered in gorgeous (dare I say sexy?) pink-tinged buds that open white with yellow spots every spring. They stand out nicely against the evergreen foliage, which in and of itself is a treat on our gray winter days.
Over the past few years it started rooting some of its branches in the soil, so I’ll have to cut them off and plant them elsewhere in the yard. That is, if there’s any room left.
It’s in the back corner of the yard which is fairly protected from wind, towering over trillium and wild ginger.