“I see you’re growing yourself a sycamore forest again Jen”
The dulcet (not so) tones of my neighbour each spring as it comes to the first mow of the year. He’ll have told me about 3 weeks earlier that I should have mown my lawn (even though it’s still far too wet), and I will have politely nodded and said “I know”.
Sycamore seedlings have become the bane of my life in my little sanctuary. They fly from a neighbouring tree and the following March these boisterous oafs set up camp in my borders, my lawn and even my pond!
I’ve come to the conclusion that one day they will have to be my wedding bouquet😫