The Tuesday tree: green sycamore
In this strangely precocious spring, it is the sycamores that have galloped ahead of the other trees (can a tree gallop?) in putting out their leaves. While the limes and oaks have a light green mist over their branches and the beeches are still deciding whether to start, the sycamores look as if it’s June already. These photos were taken on the last day of March.
This particular tree is a wonderful mature specimen. It has had plenty of room to grow out as well as up. Like many such sycamores, it has a pleasing shape with a substantial presence.
This sycamore shares a field with a standing stone, as you can see in the photo below. We don’t know how many centuries the stone has stood there: sometimes I wonder about the changes it has witnessed to the landscape, as the seasons swirl around it like water around a rock in a river. (Once some archaeologists came to excavate the soil around the stone. They were very excited to find the skull of a horse. Evidence of a pagan Celtic cult? No, some estate workers had buried it there for a little joke at the expense of the learned archaeologists!) If stones could talk…
I think that my favourite aspect of a mature tree like this sycamore is the generous green space it creates under its spreading boughs. By the end of March, this one was so far advanced that already you could find that wonderful dappled light on its trunk, and an inviting shade in which to sit for a while on a sunny spring day.