I take my hibernation quite seriously and don’t usually venture out much at this time of year. But prompted by the mild weather and by Aye Can’s Facebook campaign to Get up and Go, I went down to the woods for the first time this year. What a mess! It was carnage – trees down all over the place. I took pictures but I don’t think they capture devastation. You could almost see where the wind had funnelled through the woods toppling tree after massive tree as it went. Once they’re all cleared away there will be a distinct gap in the woodland floor. If you have a fire in the house, this would be a good time to stock up on wood (as evidently some have been doing). As well as the giant conifers, there are plenty of smaller birches and rowans down too.

It was a beautiful walk though. I stopped to watch the Roe deer grazing in the stubbly fields for a while (easing myself in gently you know?). The hedgerows are showing signs of life; Sweet Cicely poking through at the horse gate, tiny Gallium shoots at the layby and Dandelion and Plantain all over the place. Sweet Woodruff in its usual spots but it looks like last year’s growth rather than new. As I was pondering this I was disturbed by an almighty noise and looked up expecting to see geese. Instead, 5 swans, beating their powerful wings and gabbling to each other, sailed over the treetops. Awesome in every sense of the word.

Making my way through the woods, I came across this young tree which just shone at me as I passed. I’ve never seen such a metallic silver bark. Oddly, I think this means it’s a Downy Birch rather than a Silver Birch but apparently they hybridise so it could be a bit of both. I’ll keep an eye on this one I think and see what it does as it grows.

As I reached the gate at Tigh Ban I could see it was getting dark but I had heard tales of wild garlic up in Crieff (I know! It’s January!) So, as I didn’t have anything waiting for me at home except my tax return, I took a right and headed for the beach. This gave me a good opportunity to take some pictures of the Tilia down that way. They are quite different to the church ones – more upright and rounded. I’ll add them to the Tree Year file for comparison and attempt an ID at some point. Sadly I didn’t find any garlic – a few moments of excitement but it turned out to be young docks. As well as all the advice about not picking anything unless you’re sure what it is etc. I think I’ll add “don’t attempt to ID in the dark”!

I wandered down to the beach for a few moments contemplation before I headed home. It’s always different down there. Changing river levels, floods and a certain amount of excavation, constantly change the way the water flows. In an isolated but still deep pool, I saw the tell tale ripples of fish rising. I hoped they would make it out before the pool shrunk any more but as this passed through my mind a Heron took off from the far bank and circled overhead – they may make easy pickings I fear.

Turning for home, yet another sight to stir my Winter soul from hibernation: shining in the twilight sky, Jupiter and Venus! Which reminded me – apparently tonight there is a good chance of seeing the Aurora borealis. But looking to the North, the mountains were already almost hidden and in the West, more dark clouds were rising. I stopped awhile as I passed the woods on the way home to stargaze through the bare branches of the Winter trees…

A magical end to a magical walk.

[pictures hopefully to follow - computer gremlins...]

tilia close up on dark So, I didn’t do as well as I’d hoped for the Tree Year (it didn’t help that they chopped my trees down though). I got a harvest of flowers from the trees in the park in August but I think they’re different types of tree because they are much smaller than the Church ones and they don’t seem to sprout at the base. This afternoon I have some hope that the Church trees are showing hopeful signs of regrowth though and i’ll continue to post on their progress. I have alot more to share about the wonderful properties of the Tilia flowers but, for today, with a whisky induced headache, I simply offer some pictures of a Summer harvest to look forward to…

tilia a mass of flowers

tilia close up on tree

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[TREE YEAR] April

Yes I know this is now 6 months late! But last time I looked it was April. What happened to Summer? It makes me feel a bit sad to look at these pictures now. Spring had just sprung after an awful Winter, the air was warming up and I looked forward to a Summer sitting underneath my Tilia trees…

But then came May with late frosts, June with unseasonal gales and Summer ended up just dull, damp and disappointing. Now Winter looms again and I never did spend as much time as I had hoped with my trees.

I did spend much of April sitting under them though; knitting hearts for my newest niece Cara; taking time out to read a book and not a computer screen; snoozingzzz and taking pictures as the plants unfurled around me…

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APRIL’S BLUE SKIES – the unfulfilled promise of Summer 2011

[TREE YEAR] April's blue skies

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APPLE BLOSSOM – sadly lost to the late frosts of May – no apples

[TREE YEAR] Apple blossom

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HAWTHORN – blossom just about to burst…
[TREE YEAR] Hawthorn blossom

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MOTHER ELDER – stretching bony fingers in the warm Spring air
[TREE YEAR] Mother Elder

As for my Tilia trees? The miraculous development of a canopy, that I had imagined, didn’t happen. The lady across the road would say to me as she passed “don’t worry, they’ll come…” Something to look forward to next Spring?

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With predictions of an early snowfall followed by promises of an Indian Summer, no-one knew quite what to expect of the weather for the Crieff and Strathearn Drovers’ Tryst this year. But Saturday came and went fairly dry and fingers were crossed for my walk. Sunday dawned, grey and damp but nothing wet was falling from the sky at least. My trusty backmarker and I made our way to the Crieff Visitor Centre to meet our walkers and what a lovely bunch they were!

sun on our faces - cropped and compressed

An immediate ease settled on the group and we all chatted away happily as we waited for everyone to arrive. Then off we set. We met our last two walkers in Muthill and headed through the village and out along the bug road.

As we trailed through the woods many of us started to peel off some layers and by the time we broke from the cover of the trees the sun was splitting the sky. I kid you not. It was properly, actually sunny! Along the farm track and onto the old railway track, we stopped to take pictures of the stunning views and enjoy the beautiful feel of the sun on our faces. It was still very wet underfoot but we were all well prepared for that so we hardly noticed as the group mingled back and forwards chatting and getting to know each other.

under the bridgeUnder the bridge and heading out to the river the wind got up a bit and clouds came over but it stayed dry and the cool was welcome. The only near disaster was that some of the plants we had reccied only two weeks previously had almost disappeared! My plucky apprentice (and backmarker) managed to hunt down some Yarrow though and, having nearly given up on the St John’s Wort, I gave a big cheer as we discovered some further along the track. Time was getting on and we knew there was coffee and cake waiting for us back at the Hall so we headed up for an easy trek back to the village on a quiet back road.

What a pleasant surprise we found at the Hall! The Muthill Paths and Walking Group had laid on quite a spread! Mountains of tasty rolls were devoured, tea and coffee flowed and a wonderful range of home baking was sampled by a very appreciative bunch of Medicinal Meanderers. A happy, warm glow spread round the room. Eventually, everyone made their farewells and went on their way offering compliments and thanks all round.

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Tables were cleared, cups and saucers washed and this pleasantly puggled Herbalist and her wilting backmarker headed home. It was wonderful to part of such a great festival and to have the support of the generous and lovely people from the walking group. Heartfelt thanks to everyone for making it a truly magical day.

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Garden V Hedgerow

I have a confession to make. I have been neglecting my Hedgerows. The cause is a wee patch of ground I have been allocated which I rather grandly call a Garden. Last year was mostly spent turfing and digging and manuring and planning but we did get a bumper crop of Salad and some lovely Red Pak Choi. I also transplanted various herbs that I had been harbouring in my pavement pots until a more suitable home could be found. My Thyme lushly declared its new home ‘most suitable thank you’ with a quite breathtaking spurt of growth and is flowering away quite happily at the moment. The Lovage is looking a bit more like itself without the confines of a pot. The Chives are brightening the place up and keeping order with their purple rows dividing up the patch. The Valerian was magnificent until the gales came and knocked it down. I left most of the stems on though as it was just coming into flower which the bees loved (I did too – a curious scent but strangely mesmerising). The other side of the path is for veggies and I’m hoping for at least a wee crop of beans, lettuce, pak choi, courgette, cabbage, radish and spring onions. I’m also making a bold attempt to raise Globe Artichokes from seed (for medicine well as food). So the veg side is all planned out but I’ve still got space in the herb bed.

A curious thing is happening though. As I flip through books and catalogues trying to decide what else to plant in my patch, I find myself pondering Wild Garlic, Elder, Hawthorn… Some Raspberries have made a surprise appearance so I’ve transplanted them over near the fence. I’ve carefully lifted the nettles from the veg patch and made them a home near the rasps. I’m lenient with the Plantain hugging the wooden boards around the beds and I’ve given the Yarrow pride of place alongside the Rosemary and the Lavender… It seems I’m making a Hedgerow in my Garden! Oh dear… it seems you can take the Herbalist out of the Hedgerow but you can’t take the Hedgerow out of the Herbalist. Time to order some more ornamental herbs perhaps and return to the Wild…

Hedgerows here I come!

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It was one of those days. I had spent most of it at the desk doing wee bits and pieces but nothing that gave any sense of satisfaction (it all needs done and I’ll be glad it’s done when I get to the next bit – but no achievement factor today). I was restless…

So I decided to nip just down the road to get some nettles for tea. Which I did and it turns out it was a lovely evening. Much milder than I expected so I thought “och I’ll just take a wander up the circular walk and see what the nettles are like there”. And I am sooo glad I did. Never ever underestimate the power of a good walk and a bit of fresh air! It wasn’t much of a walk really – no big expedition – more of a saunter… but man did I feel good after it. I found a stone to sit on up near the golf course and reminded myself what a beautiful country I live in. The high rise views to the North tapering out Eastwards to the flatlands of Fife in the distance. Sheep to the fore, golf to the left and the Two Towers and rooftops of the village to the right.

I didn’t want to go home. Himself was working late and I had done enough work for one day. So I decided to go the long way round and pick some wild garlic too. With the added bonus of going past the Amazing Buzzing Tree. I discovered this the other day. It’s alive with Bees! If you stop and look vaguely at it, trying not to focus on any one bit in particular, you eventually become aware of them all buzzing in and out of the canopy. And the noise is immense! This is one reason why I think walking is superior to cycling. You hear things that the wind would otherwise whip away, notice colours that would blur into the green as you speed by. I don’t mind a bit of cycling but for the most part it’s a means to get me to a spot where I can dump the metal and immerse myself in the world around me more gently…

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On the way home from work last week, I spent a good while sitting watching my trees to see what was living in and around them. Since then I’ve basically been housebound with a dodgy back and, having written up this post, I went out today to go to the GP and…

chopped

They’re chopping down my bloody trees!!! I’ve yet to find out why or whether they’re taking them down completely but I’m sure I’ve heard chat in the past that they “spoil the view of the Church” – don’t get me started on that one…

Anyway, for what its worth – heres what was living in and around the trees last week:

Nothing it seems… I could hear the little birds but I couldn’t see them – I think they were in the Beech Hedge underneath. There were crows but they flew from the church tower over the top to the Copper Beech [now I wonder if they knew something I didn't...]. No new growth coming on yet – the third round of snow has only just melted. But then I noticed something that was growing… all of the Tilia were covered in lichens! Lichens are a collaborative entity made up of an algae, which provides food by photosynthesis, and a fungus which protects the algae in return for a share of the food. They are a good indicator of clean air as they are very susceptible to air borne pollution. As very slow growing entities, they are also a good indicator of age for the tree or building they are found on. The flat types are the most difficult to ID but I’ll keep an eye on them over the year and see if anything happens to them to make them more distinctive. Probably best to take my loup along next time. The 3D (I think technically called fruticose) ones are less difficult but I’m no expert!

lichen twig

I initially thought that the one on the twig was Reindeer Moss (Cladonia portentosa) but now I think its Heather Rags (Hypogymnia physodes). The smaller hairy one I do know as Usnea – it’s the medicinal one. You can tell you’ve got an Usnea by pulling a strand apart. It should be stretchy (known as ‘knicker elastic lichen’ in Scotland) and when it breaks you should see a white cord running through the centre. Not one which came up in my training but, as a local ‘herb’, it’s definitely one I’m interested in getting to know better. It is used as an anti-biotic and has been researched for its anti-viral, anti-bacterial and anti-fungal properties.

The charity Plantlife have produced a great wee booklet on lichens which I picked up a Countryside Ranger talk last year. As well as Richard Armstrong, the Ranger who gave the talk, I must credit it with alot of the information presented above.  It also tells me that lichens have been used as natural dyes for Harris Tweed, with colours from browns and fawns through to, remarkably, reds and purples! I particularly like this wee quote:

“Lichen dye once fetched such a high price that it gave rise to the Scottish saying ‘cattle on the hills, gold on the stones’.”

Sadly, this says nothing of the treasure in the trees. This is not how I thought my Tree Year would go but I’ll follow developments and keep posting…

So, I’m going to be brave and attempt to say which kind of lime the Church Limes are just by the skeleton…

The Church Limes

Looking more closely at them, they’re a bit bedraggled – lots of broken branches over the years, giving odd shaped crowns (right word?). However, I think the one at the end of the row, nearest the church gives a good idea of the general shape. The branches are clearly upward arching so I’m ruling out the Small-leaved lime (Tilia cordata) which my guide tells me has downward arching branches. I’m ruling out Silver Lime (Tilia tomentosa) too. The guide says it’s well rounded and compact and, from memory, the Church Limes don’t have leaves with a silvery underside. So, they’re either Common Lime (Tilia europaea) or the Large-leaved Lime (Tilia platyphyllos). A first glance at the info in my Reader’s Digest Field Guide to the Trees and Shrubs of Britain and I’m thinking that these look too similar to distinguish at this stage but then I read “…the Large-leaved Lime… unlike other limes, does not sprout at the base” and, tah-dah! Our Church Limes do…lime tree sprouting from the base

So, I’m sticking my neck out and saying that we have an avenue of Common Lime. I’ll keep on observing though as the leaves and flowers come out. I have a feeling the ones in Highlandman’s Park are different but, when the weather calms down a bit, I’ll go along and do some proper observing and recording. It may be a while before I get to the limes going down to the river though as we’re currently on flood alert! What a Winter! I have never yearned for Spring so much in my life…

ps. feedback, corrections, book recommendations etc  most welcome.

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To celebrate International Year of Forests I’m going to be participating in the Tree Year project. The idea is to:

1. Pick a tree – either one you like a lot or one that you see every day on your way to work or that happens to live on your balcony.

2. Observe it: every day or once a week or less. What grabs your attention? What kind of animals are and what kind of plants grow on it?
3. Write about your observation, make sketches or take photographs and share it with us.

I loved the idea the second I came across it on Twitter but deciding on which tree took a bit longer. Eventually, I decided on the Lime tree. There is a lovely avenue of them that I walk past on my way to work but there’s also one or two in another local park and several lining the walk down to the river. They all seem quite different so I’ve been wanting to get to grips with the differences between the different Tilia species for a while. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.

So, this afternoon I took my camera down to the Millenium Gardens to record the Church Limes on the first day of the Tree Year.

Church Limes

Lime Avenue

The trouble, of course, is that I then noticed the beautiful Birches

Silver Birch

Copper Birch

And remembered our little baby Apple Tree

little baby Apple Tree

And the marvellous Hawthorn/Ivy embrace at the entrance to the gardens

Hawthorn/Ivy embrace

So I recorded them too just in case I feel moved to share their story later on. I like the discipline of having a focus on one tree but, as the Tree Year people say:

This is a start – we’ll see what grows…

It’s really exciting and inspirational to know that I’m taking part in a wonderful global project. This map shows the location of participating trees. I’m looking forward to seeing my little Tree Year tree sprouting out of Scotland soon.

Happy New Year

Cx

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10/10/10

10/10/10 saw a cold white sky in Strathearn but I braved the garden to harvest some more beautiful Borage flowers. Used in traditional medicine to raise the spirits, just looking at them makes my heart smile (much needed after a hard week and 3 dreich days in a row). I’ll write more about Borage, one of my favourite herbs, another time but for now here is my contribution to Flickr’s 10/10/10 event:

BORAGE AGAINST A COLD WHITE SKY
borage against a cold white sky

10 BORAGE FLOWERSborage 10

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