Today was misty, drizzly and milder than of late - a west coast 'soft' day. To shake off a stressful morning I headed for the old woodland to look for signs of spring.
What I immediately noticed were sounds, not sights - beautiful birdsong from all directions, the sound of the woodland waking up again. Visitors to the Gardens often comment on the wonderful birdsong, the combined voices of robins, tits, blackbirds and many other species that will strengthen by the day until they reach a crescendo at the height of the nesting season in May.
With no feather to be found as my natural object I picked some moss off one of my favourite trees in the wood, an ash that appears to be growing out of pure rock. Its trunk rises out of the limestone boulder like the mast of a ship sailing through the woods. The bottom of the smooth, grey trunk is clothed in moss, the same moss that many birds use to line their nests. A damp climate has some benefits and soft, green moss is one of them.
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| The 'ship' ash tree |
With no feather to be found as my natural object I picked some moss off one of my favourite trees in the wood, an ash that appears to be growing out of pure rock. Its trunk rises out of the limestone boulder like the mast of a ship sailing through the woods. The bottom of the smooth, grey trunk is clothed in moss, the same moss that many birds use to line their nests. A damp climate has some benefits and soft, green moss is one of them.
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