The first flush of spring flowers are over (everybody, ‘ahhh’) leaving the wayside decked with leaves . . . .
One of my favourite trees for spring colour: the Black Poplar (so named for its dark -coloured bark)
The first leaves of Ash, a near rival to the Black Poplar for colour
I always think of the Oak in spring as ‘bronzing’. But in the right light, it positively glows with gold. Here it plays host to the Oak Gall Wasp, like a bright carbuncle. That red, though, soon will fade to a biscuit-beige
The Majestic Oak, showy with its golden crown
In spring the Sycamore’s new leaves resemble crimson fans. But when full grown, and in full summer, the tree casts a deep shadow
. . . which is why woodland plants must flower early. Here, the Dog Mercury is caught in bloom but its leaves are destined to last until autumn, spread as a thick carpet
I tentatively identify this as ‘a Buckler Fern’, though which one is beyond me. I found it in the very woodland where, as a child, I first began to learn the names of plants. But odd, I remember no ferns growing here, only bracken; now it seems the bracken is gone, and everywhere now is this fronzy fern. I was delighted to see it.
Bracken, its coppery head perfectly foiled by the mellow green leaves of Hogweed
I include this lovely wayside lily (Lords and Ladies) just cos I like it! Goosegrass, and ivy and dead leaves . . . . and that thrusting sheathed phallus
Where colour is lacking, texture takes over. The humble thistle (probably the Spear Thistle, but without the flowers . . .I’m not staking my hat on it)
And to end, a Wayside Medley! Bedstraw, horsetail, and leaves of red campion.