It’s November and our belated Autumn has climaxed somewhere just beyond the green. Many of the London plane trees are well leafed, sycamores are yellowing and their oriental cousins are finaly aflame.
The hornbeam hedgerows are hanging on to their golden and crispy brown curls whilst the Hornbeam tree of Gordon Square that I’ve been following, is stark naked!
It’s the barest tree around, with just a smattering of the yellow leaf to identify it although the dark fluted trunk is a giveaway.
Since Carpinus betulus trees are renowned for retaining their foliage throughout much of the winter, this one is disappointingly barren. I wonder what effect, if any the adjacent construction work has had – the fencing certainly detracts from the scene.
In the folded footings a snail shelters. Straggly epimediums provide evergreen ground cover and already Corsican hellebores are preparing to bloom. So ends the November chapter of this hornbeam; no fireworks, just a fizzle out – “not with a bang but a whimper”.
Meanwhile the branches keep next years leaf buds close to and a sleeping woodpigeon finds the tracery a perfect roost. It reminds me of the partridge in a pear tree and Christmas but that is for next month.