Max best of luck with the Linden watching -they didn't get blown away in
your storms???
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Subject: 'Saplings' corrected
Saplings
In the park this winter morning
tall saplings in pots waiting,
two gardeners digging holes.
The young one I congratulate -
'Good to see a machine isn't
doing this work for you - yet.'
He grins, leans on his shovel,
or is it a spade? 'How many?'
'Five we're planting here, ten there.'
I read the label - Tilia
cordata - 'new to me', I say.
Then the fine print - it's a Linden.
Yellow-green flowers in spring -
autumn deciduous. Linden
I claim to know, at least know of.
Didn't Grinling Gibbons carve
flowers leaves and fruit from linden? -
that never fade, wither or fall.
How fast does it grow? how tall?
'Seven metres', I read out. 'Ah,
I shan't live to see them that tall.'
He smiles - 'you never know, never know.'
Spring flowerings? - a few - maybe,
you never know.=
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