I keep going on about Autumn, but I make no apology for it. It is my favourite time of year. The spring flowers are magical, and the Summer meadows glorious, but there is nothing quite like the fungal smell of autumn in the woods. What I particularly like is how oak trees don’t “shout” about autumn like many other species. Maple and cherry have been particularly loud this year – flaming orange and yellow, and stunning reds lighting up the trees along the roadside. Almost all the trees in the ancient part of our woods are oak, which takes a more restrained approach.
Some are still quite green right now, others have a gentle yellow tinge, and others simply go brown at the edges and fall. Against this restrained backdrop, the yellow of field maple, willow and hazel, and the shocking reds of spindle, cherry and some rowan leaves, as well as a gentle pinks and purples of elder can stand out. Betty’s wood in particular with its greater variety of young saplings shines out in orange, red and yellow against the darkness of the old oak trees. Oak provides a pastel and gentle canvas against which the other species can stand out.
On the forest floor, things are changing too. It hasn’t been very wet this year and the fungi are yet to get going, but we have seen some amazing hyphae on one of our fallen logs.
The lichens are also coming into their own, forming a miniature forest with the various species of moss, topped off by the fallen leaves covered in dew in the early morning. The grass also shines with dew, giving the woods an autumnal feel, and a softness that is missing at other times of the year.
The leaves are gently falling now and autumn is in full swing. There is no sadness – nature is beautiful all year round. Winter is round the corner, and with it the milky low sunshine and stark beauty and form of our lovely trees. The turn of the seasons is something I really treasure. For now, I will enjoy the restrained beauty of an oak woodland in the fall.