Wildflowers and grasses
dwarf my three-year oak.
The spring breeze whispers:
Patience! Time will tell.
Of course the tree in the picture isn’t the “three-year oak”. (Though I think the little one would be quite a bit taller if it hadn’t been accidentally strimmed a couple of times in its first year!)
The photo is of one of the trees on the neighbouring plot.
They tower over our greenhouse and when the wind blows in autumn, acorns skitter across the flat roof and I am tempted to run like Henny Penny to warn everybody that “the sky is falling!”
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