It took its time getting established, but it is now growing steadily, at about seven feet tall (when planted it was shorter than the stakes). They Hate being transplanted and they Hate any sort of chem-lawn environment, which is why one never sees them in suburbia. It is just opposite the big bay windows, and at this time of year looks like a metal sculpture, all bronze, silver, and gold. The red maple to the right has yet to turn color this year.
(and why the formidable old style t-post stakes? Because the drive is right there in the shadow of the house, and people are utterly incapable of staying Off the lawn)
The black oaks make it look so tiny!