I'm having a grumble, a grouch, a kind of moment.
My garden runs alongside a nature walk that was an old mineral railway line. The hedges that ran along side the line, and the burn the other side of it, have grown up into mature trees. It's a lovely mixed woodland these days, but living under it means that we live under a relentless rain of seeds.
Sounds lovely living next to the woodland, and in general it is, but the incessant clearing up of seeds infiltrating into every nook and cranny becomes frustrating. It's a lovely day, my washing is out, and already it's covered in willow seeds and the wych elm's fluttering papery samaras. (they're edible, but it's not much of a munch)
Soon it'll be the tiny wee sharp birch ones and the sycamore keys. Oak, ash, catkins....and if even one in a thousand sprout, then yet again I'm weeding out tree seedlings from the edges of every paving slab, from the gravel, the planters, and the flower beds, and the house. Open a window and in they come. We seem to trail the seeds everywhere.
Grouch over. For the moment
If anyone want's to try growing wych elm though, let me know and I'll gather a handful and put them into an envelope.
My garden runs alongside a nature walk that was an old mineral railway line. The hedges that ran along side the line, and the burn the other side of it, have grown up into mature trees. It's a lovely mixed woodland these days, but living under it means that we live under a relentless rain of seeds.
Sounds lovely living next to the woodland, and in general it is, but the incessant clearing up of seeds infiltrating into every nook and cranny becomes frustrating. It's a lovely day, my washing is out, and already it's covered in willow seeds and the wych elm's fluttering papery samaras. (they're edible, but it's not much of a munch)
Soon it'll be the tiny wee sharp birch ones and the sycamore keys. Oak, ash, catkins....and if even one in a thousand sprout, then yet again I'm weeding out tree seedlings from the edges of every paving slab, from the gravel, the planters, and the flower beds, and the house. Open a window and in they come. We seem to trail the seeds everywhere.
Grouch over. For the moment
If anyone want's to try growing wych elm though, let me know and I'll gather a handful and put them into an envelope.