The Tuesday tree: last of the limes
Autumn is in its end game now. There is still some glorious colour in the landscape, but leaves are drifting down even when the air is still, and many trees are already bare. The long avenues of ancient lime trees are almost naked.
Here and there a fruit still clings on.
In more sheltered spots, there are still a few pale leaves on the lime trees, but the trunks are bare enough to reveal the strange witches’ nests of twigs which some lime trees scribble for themselves. These enormous masses make wonderful hiding places for birds and small animals: our dogs are driven to a frenzy of excitement by the occasional discovery of a rabbit hiding several feet up a lime tree, completely safe in its impenetrable den.
Just a few limes still have green leaves on them. These are a mixture of young saplings, and old trees in the shelter of a high wall. While their topmost branches are completely stripped, the ones in the lee of the wall are holding on to a few leaves for a little while yet.
Some of the leaves seem to be showing every season at once.
The thick golden carpet under the trees, though, shows that even the last green lime leaves will be falling soon.