My girl and I have been coming to this same seat for as long as we have been courting. A long time.
It’s our seat.
Then the tree moved in and plonked itself on one end.
To make matters worse it shakes its leaves over our end of the seat.
It’s most inconsiderate.
It will grudgingly allow us to sit on the three quarters it didn’t occupy but its rough trunk is enough to put aside any romantic intentions we both have. Every time we get close it rustles its leaves and leans in on me.
As for conversation that is all but impossible. We have to whisper in our respective ears but that is fraught with danger as it leans across threatening to upset the balance of bottoms on the seat.
Tonight though I have my new shiny chain saw to make a few changes with.