Near the trunk of the dogwood we put in three years ago, there was a sycamore seedling that I spotted last year, I pulled it out and transplanted it into the future woodland. I've yet to post about it, but during the warmer weekends before the late snow fall, I was working in the "would be woods". Late winter and early spring are a great time for spotting rocks; I took quite a few rocks out to be moved to the future streambed.
I went back to the landscaping bed for some wild geranium and golden ragwort to add at the base of the seedling...I like to put wildflowers near my new plantings to help mark them and add to the future woodland's understory. Here is a picture of the seedling sycamore in its new home.
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I love sycamores, but their puffballs wreak havoc on my eyes and sinuses. The paradox of our flawed physical systems...
Aw. At least you can love and appreciate them despite the havoc they wreak.
As a kid I had allergies to tree pollen, mold, and a myriad of other things...I got allergy shots and don't seem to have a problem with them anymore. Just the other day I was thinking that I'd probably still plant my favorite wind pollinated trees anyway--I figure I might as well enjoy them on the property as the pollen would likely reach me anyway.
A few years ago, I read that sycamore seeds are a favorite of goldfinches.
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