The first came with the house. It was magical. It was a lovely shape, probably induced by early pruning, and released all of its leaves in a carpet of yellow.
I have a lovely snapshot from long ago of my gardening companion, Tim, with our first Golden, Chessie, playing with the fallen leaves -- I don't think that I've digitized it, but it's vividly in memory.
|Ginkgo in front of house|
Here in the mountains, we planted a known male, with excellent color, from a favorite local nursery in the Piedmont. It replaced an unremarkable red maple in front of the house.
It's lovely right now.