We'd watch her from the kitchen window, taking the chore out of washing the dishes.
Until the neighbour poisoned her last year because of her weighty presence on the fence.
Let's not get into it. Why spoil what was a particularly shiny spring day?
A passionate and vigorous bearer, she obviously wasn't going to take it lying down, springing back to life this year of her own accord. I'd pulled out her lifeless trunk, so it was a feisty, determined little seed that righted the wrong.
At first I mistook her first few shoots as some sort of citrus and popped her into a pot to see whether she'd grow up to be an orange or a lemon, so was elated to recently discover the elegant tendrils announcing her true identity.
She'll be relocated to a fence soon, but not the same one, of course. We need to remain neighbours for a while yet.
Have you had any not so neighbourly garden situations?
(Julia Hebaiter in Another Life)FoodLit Writer, Feel-Good Food Lover & Storyteller
Because Food Sans Story is Bland