Out and about

A warning: I haven’t felt the urge to photograph the same thing over and over again since I had a photo-frenzy at Lake Bled. So if you’re sick of spring tree posts, bypass this one!



At last! I can go in search of spring outside instead of waiting for it to come to me. The few days shut in with specimens has given me an eye for them in their natural habitat. The blossoms and buds and leaves hang, dangle, sprawl, spray, trail, drape, recline, swathe, festoon. My camera is eager to capture them, and  they oblige in the grey light of a post-rainy day. 

I meet my first silver birch (although I may be wrong): a graceful tree with textured bark: off-white and grey-black,  in stripes and fissures.

   
And of course that activates my bark addiction.
   
 

As I photograph yet more Norway maple flowers, a woman stops to talk. Her voice is animated and I listen avidly, although the only word I actually understand is “piękna” (pretty). I nod and repeat it and she continues this lovely conversation, incomprehensible although I’m actually quite sure of the meaning. Eventually she realises I don’t speak Polish and apologises. I say “I love you talking to me like this and I very much wish I could understand.” We laugh companionably and go our separate ways. I am oddly warmed by this encounter.

  

 

This is not the end of my spring pleasures on this grey morning. I meet a number of my new acquaintances, mostly attached to their parent tree except for a litter of pink debris from the catkins of the black poplar: the reddish-pink leaves and red flower buds of the crab apple, host to a pair of ladybirds and a big-eyed fly: the thickening veils and the yellowing catkins of the willows; the eruption of buds from the sycamore near the playground; the upright inflorescence and crunkled leaves of the horse chestnut; and the glorious pendularity of my new love, the box elder. 
  
  
  
  
  
    

    

  
 

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About morselsandscraps

A retired Australian who spends a lot of time in Warsaw, and blogs as a way of life.
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16 Responses to Out and about

  1. Heyjude says:

    So many different species of tree in your neighbourhood! And ladybirds already. I never saw one last year, maybe they all flew away to Warsaw.

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  2. restlessjo says:

    Little battery left on my phone but I just had to smile at your Polish conversation! Hugs xxx

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  3. Sue says:

    Love your extensive vocabulary and marvellous prose, eg the ‘glorious pendularity….of the box elder’. Such a delight to read, Meg!

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  4. Rosemary Barnard says:

    I am familiar with some of these trees, though not all, and not at the stage of development you have photographed. We had a small group of silver birch trees outside our living room at a Canberra house. They were beautiful in all seasons, and frequented by flittering, tiny birds such as silvereyes and pardalotes. You will derive endless pleasure from observing the trees and their visitors over the course of a year.

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    • But nothing is so wonderful as spring! Soon birds and the tracery of branches will be hidden.

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      • Rosemary Barnard says:

        My favourite time for deciduous trees has always been winter, for the simplicity of structure revealed by autumn’s leaf drop. Make the most of all you can see before it lies hidden in dense canopies. Mind you, in hot Australian summers I have always been glad of the shade these foreign trees gift to walkers and idlers.

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  5. Lucid Gypsy says:

    You met Our Lady of the Woods – silver birch, one of my favourites! I didn’t know you don’t have them in Australia. The bark is peelable in quite long strips when its raggedy. Keep exploring, its great to see trees through your eyes, words and lens!

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    • They are in Australia, but introduced, and in cold climates, not my south coast. I noticed there were stories attached to silver birch and I’ll go back and investigate, now you’ve mentioned Our Lady of the Woods. I’m glad you’re enjoying these posts – there’ll be more. And I’ll keep a watch on the bark. We pass this one every day on the way to pre-school, oddly opposite Our Lady’s flower garden.

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  6. desleyjane says:

    Those sycamore buds are just gorgeous. Lovely post.

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  7. pommepal says:

    I can never get enough of your tree posts and lovely descriptive narratives Meg and the silver birch to me is the queen of trees so slender, graceful constantly changing through the seasons. Yes I miss not being able to grow them here. I had a small copse of 3 of them I planted in my New Zealand garden and I wonder if they are still there.

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