SICKAMORE

When I first came here, the Commune proposed a choice of plants to go in a small hole cut in the pavement next to our front door. They did a good job, providing a fairly tasteful green wire protective cage with a couple of wires going up about 3 metres for climby things to wind around upwards.

I chose a Honeysuckle dreaming of that fabulous perfume drifting through my apartment on sultry summer evenings.

Almost as soon as the honeysuckle was installed, it died of disgust. In its place grew this Sycamore. Most likely the seed was dropped by some dozy pigeon... The Sycamore took off like a rocket becoming victim to juvenile vandals & the beasties who create these creepy complementary red pillars...