The Tuesday tree: return of the living dead
Back in March, as you may recall, I showed you a ghastly old wreck of a tree, an ancient hornbeam that looked more zombie than living creature.
Well, I promised to show it again later in the spring, to prove that it is indeed alive. (Sorry, horror fans, if the title led you here under false pretenses: we are really talking about trees here, not the ambulant undead.) Here is the same hornbeam this week:
How innocent it looks now! The bleached expanse around it has become a meadow of wild flowers, and its deathly white trunk is hidden under a canopy of lacy green. Those scrabbly nests of twigs – remember I said they looked like they were made by a spider on caffeine? – have become green posies,
and there are catkins dangling from many of the branches, as if to prove that the tree is in perfectly normal health, thank you.
And yet. I don’t know what it is about it but, standing under the reach of its livid white branches yesterday to take these photos, I found that this tree still really gives me the creeps. So if you don’t mind, I’m not going to make any more visits to it for a while – even for Dancing Beastie.