In Lincolnshire our
Horse Chestnut trees are stricken with two problems. One makes them ooze
a sticky tar like substance and the other makes the leaves die. In our
garden the tree near the house looks very sick. Never the less there is
an annual replanting process going on. People with bushy tails are
very busy, rushing about, burying conkers... anywhere will
do....flowerpots, the middle of the vegetable patch, in the lawn....
What few conkers we have are being distributed around the garden in a
random fashion which denotes a short memory span by our population of
grey squirrels. They also steal peanuts and bury those. And walnuts and
bury those too. And my tulip bulbs have disappeared, the alium bulbs
never got chance to appear at all, and I can guess who dug them up! And I
won't mention the hazelnuts, but I can hear the squirrels as they run
along the sewing room roof, between the hazel tree and the back
garden, so I know what they are up to!
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