I've been waiting for a pine cone to fall from the tree I'm following and at last one has. The first, no doubt, of many. Compared with others I've seen in previous years, it's not large. How large? I don't know. I didn't have a ruler - oh . . . except I had my foot.
Here you see them; fallen cone, fallen needles and a foot to measure them by. (I always knew my foot would come in handy one day!)
There are many yet to fall. If my blog goes dead. If suddenly there are posts no more - it's probably because I've been struck on the head by a cone. Be warned!
Meanwhile, the trunk still captivates me; the trunk, its bark and its oozings.
Here comes a drip.
Some drips form planes.
Some . . . I don't know how to describe this shape.
Some grow . . . toadstools?
I'm still not clear whether this is a real fungus or a resin shape. I'll keep looking.
At the foot of the tree - a bramble has sprung up. It won't last here long. The grass is often mown.
And thinking of mown . . . the wind was roaring away up there in its high branches. (They are all high!) I recorded the sound - and discovered something . . .
For a while, the wind waved the branches and the noise was pleasant and loud but at ground level all was still. Then the noise from the branches died away and the camera picked up on the breeze which had sprung up at head level. Two winds. Hadn't expected that.