Damn that old lady Hawthorn.
There she goes, knocking my hat off.
I don't know how old she is. Being a Siberian hawthorn, it could be hundreds of years. Judging by how gnarled and ornery she is, I'd say probably pretty old. Older than me, anyway.
And did I say attitudinous? Old lady Hawthorn is the undisputed ruler of this lawn, and you'd better not forget it.
Before you mow, you'd better tip your hat to her. You'd just better. Likes that, she does.
Otherwise, she'll knock it clean off your head.
Like she just did.