I planted a laburnum with pleasant hopeful thought of golden flowers drooping in summers not yet bought. It rooted well, each swelling bough set forth its own green leaves to lure each thrush and blackbird, their sweetest spells to weave. And when the flowers of summer arrange their grand display, laburnum’s scented blossoms will beautify each day. The honey bees will sate themselves then pause for well-earned rest on the golden hanging petals whilst droning at their best. I placed a rustic seat beneath its spreading parasol, but who will sit there in its shade? ah! That’s for God to tell!