The Tuesday tree: frost
A week of archetypally autumnal weather has wrought a dramatic change on the landscape. High winds and heavy rain last weekend brought down all the lime leaves, so that the avenues are whiskery and bare now. Sub-zero temperatures this week have helped the oaks turn colour and have made the sycamores and horse chestnuts drop the last of their foliage. Even my beloved beeches are succumbing.
Here is a mixed wood of beech, birch and fir ten days ago, as you might remember from Pathetic Fallacy:
Suddenly we can see through the trees: the woods have become literally translucent. We have lost the magnificent blazing beech leaves,
but gained the golden light cast by the sun gleaming through branches onto silvered fields.