The village of Leura in the upper Blue Mountains is famous for its main street avenue of flowering cherry trees. However, even higher up there is Blackheath, with its own, very special ‘cherry walk.’

From the Lithgow Mercury on October 12 1953;

In 1953, the women residents of Park Avenue in the Blue Mountains village of Blackheath decided their street needed a little beautification.  Let’s face it, the very  word ‘avenue’ suggests a  tree lined promenade.  Perhaps they also felt a duty to live up to the glorious rhododendron trees just  across the road in Memorial Pak. The rhodos had  been planted  by locals in 1923, to honour those who served in WWI. They are still a  wonder to behold.

Rhododendrons in Memorial PPark, Blackheath
Visitors admiring the giant  trees.


£2 was collected from each householder to pay for 60  well advanced, flowering cherry trees. The  local council had agreed to dig the holes. However, as the year progressed council advised that their employees  were too busy to complete the work before the end of the year. Well this just wasn’t good enough!

It seems that Mesdames  Mary Houen and Doreen Clement were the driving force behind the initiative, and they hastily organized a meeting. There was only one solution really; to dig the holes themselves.

Each hole needed to be three feet deep and three feet in circumference.  On October 11 the women armed themselves with picks, crowbars, mattocks and shovels and set to work, assisted by their children.

Mrs Houen said, ‘The women have worked tirelessly and proved that they were able to dig through what an alderman described as rocky ground.’

I live and garden nearby, so I can vouch for the fact that it’s rocky! I build walls from the stones I unearth.

The trees were planted  the following day.  Sixty five years on the branches are gnarled and covered in lichens; beautiful in their own right.

Lichen on cherry tree brnch.
Nature’s art.

Knot holes have become residences for spiders and other insects…..even Mr and Mrs Shellback.

Snail home in a cherry tree
Oh, very cosy!

But there is life in the old cherry trees yet. The sap still runs and every year blossom appears, sometimes  in the most unlikely spots.

And how is this for a ‘never-say-die ‘attitude ? Now that is true resilience.

Cherry blossom

The birds appreciate the trees as much as I do. Here is a wattlebird on the lookout for a meal, or just a sip of cherry blossom nectar.

Perhaps Blackheath’s Park Avenue cherries cannot compete with the spectacular show in Leura, but they are a wonderful legacy of the village’s community spirit.

Cherry avenue in Blackheath NSW
Almost in full bloom.

Even the fallen petals have their uses. My Associate Editor Des gathered some to make a romantic floral rug for his girlfriend Milly. By the way, he asked me to say that the ‘L’ badge means he is a learner driver, not a learner lover! Well we can see you know what are doing Des….that pink is a perfect match for her dress.


Of course the trees are equally wonderful in autumn.

Cherry tree, Blackheath
Autumn colour.

I remember carpets similar to this in the homes of elderly relatives.

Carpetof cherry tree leaves.
The cherry tree carpet.

I wonder whether anyone remembers the great planting day in 1953? The little chap in the photo below might.

Ageless gnome in one of the cherry trees.

Sadly, the trees won’t last forever, but I suspect they will outlive me. 😎

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