This is just the holly. There are a few berries on our beautiful tall tree.
As for the ivy, we pull it off and up at every opportunity because it stifles the mammoth centennial oak trees.
It’s sunny again today, but I have too many photos of rain effects from the last few days not to use one more.
The water on the cotoneaster leaf was just a shine to start with, then it gradually swelled into a translucent green marble. I caught it seconds before it elongated and fell.
The berries are washed shiny bright. Some of them carry an individual droplet cradled underneath them.
The undersides of the leaves are sprinkled with tiny diamonds to form a bead setting for the centre emerald.
I’ve got used to there being roses well into the winter, but the rose bush that produced these specimens has surpassed itself.
Its leaves have mostly gone, so the twigs are holding out red hips and red blooms like a forest of head boppers.
I wish the holly tree next door to it would take a leaf out of its book. It has six berries, all on one small branch rather hidden from view. If the birds had noticed, it wouldn’t even have those.
I wish all my visitors a JOYFUL AND PEACEFUL CHRISTMAS.
I found the first pale yellow primrose buds under the big oak by the house today.
They’re not the only yellow, though. There have been golden yellow crocuses for some time.
But the flowerbed is dotted all over with yet another yellow: berries which have fallen from the yellow mistletoe growing in great clumps on the branches of the oak.
Struggling up the slope to the house with my heavy basket of apples the other day, I tried to take a short cut and landed myself in a thicket of tall juniper bushes.
They’re not the most comfortable of bushes to push through.
I was surprised to see that the maturer ‘berries’ (in fact miniature cones) weren’t blue as I expected but a bright rust red.
I looked the phenomenon up and apparently it’s a different species – not, as I first feared, the effect of some strange disease.
A splash of colour in an otherwise black-and-white world, this type of mistletoe is common here, growing on the boughs of oak trees.
I haven’t been able to get much information about it locally, other than the generalised opinion that it’s ‘bad’, and I haven’t found the internet much help either.
The berries start green, and then turn yellow. They aren’t white at any stage like regular mistletoe, and the leaves are different.
Apart from that, the 2 parasites seem to behave very similarly.
On one of my ‘I really fancy having that sort of tree’ sprees I bought a tall, gangling rowan.
Despite being planted next to the compost heap which must inevitably ooze goodness into the soil, it has never flourished. It’s alive, but it hasn’t bushed out and it looks pained.
In the height of summer many of its leaves become brown at the tips and whole fronds shrivel. I water it abundantly from time to time to try and prop it up, but it doesn’t seem to make a lot of difference.
Just the other day I saw it had a flower.
Half dead and with berries shrivelling up?
Perhaps its constant dreaming about the mossy banks and icy burns of Scotland has made it a little soft in the head.