I sometimes wonder if I am the most boring person I know. Each year, I look at the same trees, the same patches of mud, the same plants, the same twigs - precisely the same twigs if they are still there which, sometimes, they aren’t.
Each year, I announce grandly that I will follow one of these familiar things right through the season, only to find they are chopped down, trodden on or done in by the weather.
Last year, I chose a tree and took photos of the plants around it. The year before, the whole area, had been plastered with Lesser Celandines (Ranunculus ficaria) in the spring. I was expecting to show you the ground as it turned yellow with bright, starry flowers. No. There was drought and the bank stayed brown and dull right through the summer and not in the least bit interesting to document because hardly anything changed. There certainly wasn’t an outburst of yellow flowers.
I went back today.
Considering the amount of rain we have had recently, the ground was surprisingly firm - so, maybe this will be another non-celandine season. Undaunted - and at the risk of you confirming that I am the most boring person on the internet . . . I’ve re-photoed the tree and the plants immediately around it. At the very least (I hope!) the tree will grow leaves!
Here, then, is the context; a bank beside a path which has been built along an old railway line. The tree is second on the left.
A sycamore with bare branches.
Ivy on the trunk.
Bluebells near it.
Arum maculatum tucked between its toes.
These are on the opposite bank but show how the plant unfurls. As the season goes by they will produce pale curving flowers (like unrolling pages) (one each) and, by autumn, these will have been replaced by pillars of bright red berries sticking up through their middles.
And the jolly old Lesser Celandines (Ranunculus ficaria).
Flower plants, flower!
This post is for Festival of the Trees Number 57.
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