the Tuesday tree: on the Beech
At this turning point of the year, the leaves on the mature beech trees are looking rather stiff and elderly, yellowing at the ends of the branches where they are furthest from the heartwood. The beech nuts are brown now and starting to swell in the equinoctial rains. They never grow big enough here for humans to make much of, but they provide a feast for the other inhabitants of the woods.
In sheltered spots, though, there are still young beech trees which are as green as summer.
The green shade of summer trees is one of my favourite places to be: I will refer back to this photo in the dark days of winter, when I need some cheering memories of being under the greenwood tree.
P.S. Please read this post before you go!