A Boy for the Tree
Sorry, I mean a tree for the boy.
Our neighbours have a Rowan tree (native Scottish) at the foot of their drive, which is over the wall from our back garden. It has produced offspring, which has been growing as a weed (a weed is merely a plant growing in an unwanted place) next to our deck. The Rowan sapling as it is now is going to die where it is, it simply can't stay there.
I'd actually forgotten about it until Monday night when MOTS pointed it out to me. So I thought I'd better remove it before it started lifting my deck, or getting too well-rooted. It's now in a pot big enough for it to grow, and the intention is once it has grown on a bit, assuming there wasn't too much root damage or I don't starve it to death, that it will be replanted in the back garden.
The significance of trying to save it rather than dispose of it is less to do with the fact it's a healthy specimen just now and I can't just ditch a healthy tree, but more that fact it sprouted the same year the boy was born.
And we have found another two, sprouting this year so obviously a lot smaller. One has been recovered from the gravel by the love seat, on is still in the gravel under the kitchen window. But it's the one that was next to the deck that's the important one!
Comments
Just a thought. It's probably fortunate that your boy's middle name isn't Leylandii, eh?
Posted by: Snoopy | May 9, 2008 9:30 PM
I don't know, he's growing as quickly as one!
Posted by: Lee | May 11, 2008 11:56 AM
Oh, and another one pulled out of the gravel this morning!
Posted by: Lee | May 11, 2008 11:56 AM