The Orchard Diary 1

This orchard though is part of what must surely have once been a grand farm. The trees are pollarded so that when the apples ripen they don’t have very far to fall and in fact standing under the branches one just reaches up and there you are, all the apples you could want. But does anyone eat these apples anymore?

So I am going to keep an account on these trees and their summer and winter. I’ve never had an orchard before, and although it isn’t strictly speaking mine I see it often, as I go by on the way to something else, a meeting, a piece of work a day of teaching. So this way I can keep track of growth and change over a year

SPRING AT WOOLHAMPTON

There is also an Old Man Willow here that is just beginning, as if he heard the notes of Spring and decided to put a push on but then hesitated and is now waiting for a better moment. So the leaves are very gently there, of the palest green. Underneath is the perfect bench for looking at the tiny fronds that are the beginning, just like us.

Snowdrops : Sign of Life

Snowdrops: Sign of Life: There are snowdrops at the foot of a hedge. They are like dots of light.
Later, another day in Somerset, there are snowdrops in an ancient apple orchard in Street. It is snowdrop season and Spring is on its way.