The Secret Life of Flies by Erica McAlister

Dear Readers, this isn’t exactly a book review (yet) because I am only up to page 57 of this rather splendid book. However, it is so full of interesting factoids that I wanted to share a few with you, even though I am in the middle of year end and things are a bit on the frantic side (understatement). So, please forgive me for a few quick bullet points. There are more fly-related things to be said in the future, I’m sure.

First up, McAlister estimates that there are 17 million flies for every single human being currently walking about on the planet. They are a hugely diverse family, from craneflies and hoverflies to bluebottles and horseflies. But, as she puts it ‘The question you still want answering is: what have all those flies ever done for us?’

The obvious first answer is that we would be up to our ears and above in waste if it wasn’t for flies, but flies are extremely undervalued as pollinators. For example, there is only one group of tiny flies that can pollinate Theobroma cacao, otherwise known as the chocolate plant. These are known in the Caribbean as No See Ums, and I remember my Dad talking about how badly some members of this family of midges could bite. The chocolate midge (Forcipomyia sp.) manages to pollinate the flowers of the chocolate plant, but it is a very particular little creature, preferring damp, shady woodlands and moist soil or a pond to raise their youngsters. The cutting down  of forests to plant larger and larger chocolate plantations is, ironically, destroying the habitat preferred by the crop’s only pollinator. Could this be the end of the Curly Wurly? Only time will tell.

A chocolate midge (Forcipomyia sp.) (Photo by© Christophe Quintin Via Flickr (CC BY-NC 2.0)

Like many pollinators. flies and flowering plants have evolved alongside one another, and this has led to some most intriguing designs, none more so than that of Moegistrorhyncus longirostris, a fly which has a proboscis eight times longer than its body. If a human had a tongue of equal ratio, it would be over six metres long. Why the long tongue? Well, eight species of plants on the Cape in South Africa can only be pollinated by this fly or one that’s closely related, because they have such long tubes that only the longest-tongued can reach their pollen.

Just the kind of flower that longirostris feeds on…

And so I am very much enjoying this book, as you would expect from someone with a name like Bugwoman (though flies are not bugs in the technical sense of course). I am sure there will be more highlights later!

Wednesday Weed – New Plant Species Discovered in 2021

The Insect Killing Tobacco Plant (Nicotiana insecticida) © Maarten Christenhusz. from https://www.kew.org/read-and-watch/insect-killer-tobacco

Dear Readers, in a break from tradition I thought that this week I’d share some of last year’s new plant discoveries with you all. I am unlikely to find any of these plants appearing in Coldfall Wood or popping up from a crack in the pavement, but they are all, in their own ways, astonishing.

First up is the insect-killing tobacco plant (Nicotiana insecticida), discovered in the Australian desert by Professor Mark W Chase. These regions are extremely arid, and haven’t been much studied because it was assumed that not much could grow there. However, Professor Chase and his team have discovered no less than 7 new species of desert tobacco plant, a difficult undertaking because many of them can remain in the soil as seeds for years until just the right conditions arise.

Nicotiana insecticida is covered in sticky glands that catch aphids, gnats and other small invertebrates. The Professor doesn’t think that Nicotiana insecticida is a truly carnivorous plant yet – the glands appear to be for defensive purposes, to protect the plant against predation. However that’s probably how many of our more familiar insect-eating plants, such as the sundew, got their start, so it would be interesting to see how things develop.

Nicotiana insecticida stem with trapped insects © Maarten Christenhusz.https://www.kew.org/read-and-watch/insect-killer-tobacco

Next up is the Star of the Forest (Didymoplexis stella-silvae),  discovered along with 16 other ‘ghost orchid’ species in Madagascar by Kew scientists Johan Hermans and Phill Cribb in collaboration with with Landy Rajaovelona and Malagasy researchers at the Kew Madagascar Conservation Centre.

The plant grows in almost complete darkness and depends on fungi for its energy (I am currently reading Merlin Sheldrake’s ‘ Entangled Life’ on the relationships between fungi and other parts of the ecosystem so this comes as no surprise). The star-like flowers only appear directly after rain, and disappear 24 hours later.

Of the 16 species discovered, 3 were already thought to have become extinct by the time the scientific paper was published, such is the speed of change in our industrialising world. One species was probably eradicated when its forest habitat was destroyed to grow geranium oil, much used by Western aromatherapists. A second species was probably lost during a climate-change driven flash flood. The third plant now only exists as a single specimen in cultivation in Europe.

Ghost orchid (Didymoplexis stella-silvae) © Johan Hermans/RBG Kew. Website https://www.kew.org/read-and-watch/top-10-species-named-2021

Five new species of Streptocarpus (Cape Primrose) were named during 2021, all discovered in the Democratic Republic of Congo. While many Streptocarpus species are popular houseplants, in the wild they are often very localised and vulnerable to habitat distruction. One species, Streptocarpus malachiticola,  is particularly threatened – it grows on malachite, which is one of the ores from which copper is mined. Global copper prices are at an all-time high, and this plant, which grows in only three locations, is assessed as Endangered by the IUCN.

Cape primrose Streptocarpus malachiticola © Julie Lebrun from https://www.kew.org/read-and-watch/top-10-species-named-2021

And finally, a plant that is very close to my heart. This one comes from the forests of Borneo, which you might remember I saw first-hand during my 60th birthday trip back in 2020 (which feels like several millenia ago). The Firework Plant (Ardisia pyrotechnica), was named by a group of Malaysian and Japanese scientists in collaboration with Kew’s Tim Utteridge. It is a spectacular plant, growing up to 4 metres tall and covered in white flowers. However, I also witnessed first-hand the size of the palm oil plantations, and the way that they seem to devour the tropical rainforest. The Firework Plant ( a member of the primrose family) has been found in only two locations, and there are only a handful of individual plants, so it has already been classified as Critically Endangered by the IUCN.

Firework flower Ardisia pyrotechnica © Shuichiro Tagane from https://www.kew.org/read-and-watch/top-10-species-named-2021

What this list really illustrates is that as fast as we’re finding plants, we’re in danger of losing them. There is no way of sweetening that bitter pill.

 

Goings on in East Finchley

Statue of Susanna Wesley the ‘Mother of Malethodism’

Dear Readers, I was on my way to St Pancras and Islington Cemetery for my usual weekend walk when I was stopped in my tracks by this extraordinary statue. It appeared this week in the grounds of East Finchley Methodist Church. Last week, this was a red cedar tree, but this week it has been transformed.

The sculptor is Simon O’Rourke, and the funds for the project were raised after a 103 year-old parishioner died, and left money for something to be created ‘for the children’, with extra funds raised by local people and donated by the Heathfield Trust, a Methodist charity. The design of the sculpture incorporates some lovely details that I’m sure children will love.

Susanna Wesley was born in 1669, the youngest of 25 siblings. Although she never preached a sermon, she was a strong believer in the moral and intellectual education of young people, both boys and girls, and her meditations and commentaries on scripture attracted large crowds to her family services. Susanna and her husband had nineteen children, of whom only eight were alive at her death. Amongst the children were Charles and John Wesley, who went on to found Methodism, which now has about 80 million followers worldwide.

The whole of the area around the sculpture will be transformed into a garden for adults and children.

I rather like the statue, with its intricate details and the sense that Susanna Wesley is both welcoming everyone with open arms and simultaneously jetting off into heaven like a Red Arrow trailing smoke.

There is an explanatory sign hung on the railings.

In spite of this, I was intrigued to hear one male passerby describing Susanna Wesley as ‘John Wesley’s wife’. And this is how women are regularly denied their place in history and relegated to the role of appendages. Our assumptions betray us, every time.

After this, a walk in the cemetery was going to seem a little ordinary, unless the foxes would oblige with a spectacular showing. Alas they were keeping a low profile, but there were lots of more subtle delights on show. For example, my husband said that his hay fever was kicking in, and sure enough, lots of the conifers have their tiny cones just opening.

I love the way that the sun shows off the smooth silver bark of the young ash trees. It’s easy to forget how many there are in the cemetery. If/when ash dieback hits hard, it will be a very different place.

I love the way that horizontal branches develop their own ‘moss gardens’ as well. In the tropics they have bromeliads, in London we have moss.

The lesser celandine are really starting to kick off now….

And whilst in some places the snowdrops are in full flower…

…in other spots the buds are just starting to emerge, like little rockets.

Everything is starting to push up through the soil, and it will only be a few weeks until the cemetery is a riot of birdsong and crocuses. This year the winter has seemed very long to me, and the greyness unrelenting. How lovely to see the days grow longer (at least here in the Northern Hemisphere), and to feel winter losing its grip for another year.

You can read more about the Susanna Wesley statue in the Ham and High article below:

https://www.hamhigh.co.uk/lifestyle/heritage/susanna-wesley-sculpture-in-east-finchley-church-8652556

The Big Garden Birdwatch 2022

Starling

Dear Readers, it was the Big Garden Birdwatch this weekend, and for once the weather, at least in East Finchley, was bright and sunny. It’s always a pleasure to just top up all the feeders and watch to see who turns up. The starlings were looking particularly splendid today I thought, with that iridescent sheen on their plumage showing to great advantage.

Over the past few weeks I’ve been noticing a lot of blackbirds , so it was good to be able to sit and actually watch them. It seems that my garden is on the intersection between two pairs of the birds. One pair has a very dapper, fully adult male, who was flying off with beakfuls of mealworms. The other pair has a much younger male, who is a bit less confident.

The younger male blackbird

The more confident male

 

There are also two females, but I haven’t yet worked out which is paired up with which male.

All very confusing! We shall have to see how it all plays out.

There were the usual goldfinches and chaffinches.

Goldfinch

Chaffinch

And of course, a grey squirrel.

There were blue and great tits, a robin, and  a pair of magpies who visited briefly before noting me, watching through the kitchen window with my binoculars, and flying off.

But as always when I pay attention, there was also a male blackcap lurking in the foliage. He very rarely comes to the feeders, but I’m surprised how often he shows up when I do the Birdcount. He’s probably around a lot more than I notice. I rather like these shy little warblers, who bring a touch of wildness to the garden.

Male blackcap

So, here’s my count for the hour in full – for those of you who aren’t familiar with how the UK Birdcount works, you record the maximum number of birds of each species that you see in the garden at the same time. I suspect for me this is an underestimate, what with me wrestling with binoculars, a camera, the recording app on my phone and keeping an eye on the lunch all at the same time.

Blackbird – 4
Blue Tit – 2
Chaffinch – 6
Collared Dove – 3
Goldfinch – 4
Great Tit – 1
Magpie – 2
Robin – 1
Starlings – 10

A lot of the usual suspects didn’t show up (as usual) – no woodpigeons or coal tits, no long-tailed tits or great spotted woodpeckers. But this wasn’t a bad showing for a Big Garden Birdwatch day – usually all the birds seem to lurk elsewhere until exactly one minute after the count ends, before reappearing. Little devils!

Sunday Quiz – Spring Ephemerals

Dear Readers, spring ephemerals are woodland plants that come into flower very early, before the leafy canopy has developed, and then disappear. They are amongst my very favourite plants, and so today I thought I’d see how good you are at identifying them. This quiz is a simple case of matching the name to the photo.

As usual, you will have until 5 p.m. UK time on Friday 4th February to put your answers in the comments, and the results will be published on Saturday 5th February. I will disappear your answers as soon as I see them, but there may be a delay, so you might want to write your answers on a piece of paper first if you’re easily influenced!

So if you think Photo One is of Plant Species A, your answer is 1) A)

Onwards! And I hope you enjoy the photos – they remind me that spring is on the way….

Plant Species

A) Lesser celandine (Ranunculus ficaria)

B) Spring snowflake (Leucojum vernum)

C) Snowdrop (Galanthus nivalis)

D) Winter aconite (Eranthis hyemalis)

E) Wood anemone (Anemone nemerosa)

F) Squill (Scilla siberica)

G) English Bluebell (Hyacinthoides non-scripta)

H) Spring crocus (Crocus vernus)

I) Cowslip (Primula veris)

J) Oxlip (Primula elatior)

K) Wood Sorrel (Oxalis acetosella)

L) Common Dog Violet (Viola riviniana)

Photos

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Photo Two by Evelyn Simak from https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/6419558

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Photo 3 By © Laila Remahl 2004. - Photographer, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=736786

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Photo 4 by Roger Jones from https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/3945580

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Photo  Five by Tony Alter, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

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Photo Six by Martin Olsson (mnemo on en/sv wikipedia and commons, martin@minimum.se)., CC BY-SA 3.0 <http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/>, via Wikimedia Commons

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Photo by Penny Mayes 

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Photo 8 by MichaelMaggs, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

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Photo Nine by By Stu's Images, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14948937

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Photo Ten by Björn S..., CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

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Photo 11 by Antje Shcultner at https://www.flickr.com/photos/momentsinthenature/

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Photo Twelve by Eirian Evans 

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Sunday Quiz – Who’s That Bird? – The Answers!

Dear Readers, this turned out to be much more difficult than I expected (but of course it’s always easy when you know the answers :-)). Fran and Bobby Freelove and Claire both tied on matching the descriptions to the birds, with 6 out of 10 each, but Claire also named some of the birds so I am going to make Claire our winner this week. Well done Claire! Let’s see what I can come up for for Sunday’s quiz. 

Descriptions

  1. Compensates for size by noisy and overwrought personality. Unexpectedly loud song explodes from near ground level, a hurried jumble of sweet liquid notes, including a jarring trill mid-phrase, overall like excitable commentator enthusing over finish of race.
Photo Four by Alpsdake1, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

D) Wren (Troglodytes troglodytes)

2. Has a red-hot sex life in which both males and females may hold multiple mates, with fractious consequences.

Photo Nine by By Charles J. Sharp - Own work, from Sharp Photography, sharpphotography.co.uk, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=104326588

I) Dunnock (Prunella modularis)

3) Parents feed large broods (average 10+) for 2 weeks, making 1000 visits a day carrying caterpillars.

Photo F by © Francis C. Franklin / CC-BY-SA-3.0, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

F) Blue tit (Cyanistes caeruleus)

4) Cheerful chiming song, a much varying repetition of two notes TEEcher, TEEcher, can be heard everywhere from late Dec until May.

Photo A Ken Billington, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

A) Great Tit (Parus major)

5) Very common mite of woodland and scrub, now increasingly visiting gardens, where it feeds from hanging feeders. Bands of 5-10 relatives spend autumn and winter patrolling large territory, where individuals feed in branches for just a few moments before moving on to the next tree, one after another, always restlessly passing through.

Photo Three Henk Monster, CC BY 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

C) Long-tailed tit (Aegithalos caudatus)

6) Forages on lawns or fields for worms, standing still for a few moments, then making scampering runs forward to grab prey, or stand watchful again: may also make 2-footed hops forward.

Photo Two by Andreas Trepte, CC BY-SA 2.5 , via Wikimedia Commons

B) Blackbird (Turdus merula)

7) Makes monotonous 3-note cooing in rhythm of football chant U-NIII-ted; also calls after alighting, a curious mewing with tone of party trumpet.

Photo Seven by Charles J. Sharp, CC BY-SA 4.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

G) Collared Dove (Streptopelia decaocto)

8) Flight display in straight line: bird rises with wing flaps, stalls as if shot, glides down. When landing, raises tail and slowly drops it.

Photo Ten by Trish Steel, CC BY-SA 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

J) Woodpigeon (Columba palumbus)

9) Astonishingly aggressive: spats routine, killing regular.

Photo Eight by Keven Law, CC BY-SA 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

H) Robin (Eritacus rubecula)

10)Usually seen adorning thistle-heads, where it can perch horizontal, hold onto the side or hang upside down, often fluttering its wings for balance.

Photo E by © Francis C. Franklin / CC-BY-SA-3.0, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

E) Goldfinch (Carduelis carduelis

Photo Credits

Photo A Ken Billington, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Photo B by Andreas Trepte, CC BY-SA 2.5 , via Wikimedia Commons

Photo C Henk Monster, CC BY 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Photo D by Alpsdake1, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Photo E by © Francis C. Franklin / CC-BY-SA-3.0, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Photo F by © Francis C. Franklin / CC-BY-SA-3.0, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Photo G by Charles J. Sharp, CC BY-SA 4.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Photo H by Keven Law, CC BY-SA 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Photo I by By Charles J. Sharp – Own work, from Sharp Photography, sharpphotography.co.uk, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=104326588

Photo Ten by Trish Steel, CC BY-SA 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Snowdrops

Dear Readers here’s a reminder to those of you who, like me, are fed up with what seems like winter’s interminable grey; in just a few weeks the snowdrops will be in full bloom. I took the photo above in the cemetery on 21st of February, and it’s clear that these lovelies had been out for a while. So hold on, folks! In my garden I have one single patch of snowdrops that is looking pretty promising, so shortly I might be able to bring you some homegrown examples. In the meantime, though, here are two very different poems about snowdrops. These two Northern lads, Ted Hughes and William Wordsworth, could not be more different.  Which will you prefer, I wonder? I used to love Ted Hughes rugged machismo – only he could look at a snowdrop and see metal and brutality – but as I grow older, I find myself warming to the lyricism and hope in the Romantics in a way that I never did when I was first studying them.

First, the Ted Hughes.

Snowdrop

Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal.

A garden full of snowdrops in Dorchester

And here’s Wordsworth.

To A Snowdrop
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

And finally, I couldn’t resist adding a third poem. Here’s something ebullient from Alfred, Lord Tennyson, another poet that I’m growing to love more as the years go by.

The Snowdrop
by
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid,
Ever as of old time,
Solitary firstling,
Coming in the cold time,
Prophet of the gay time,
Prophet of the May time,
Prophet of the roses,
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid!

And so say all of us!

 

Spring Is In the Air!

Dear Readers, you might recognise this fox from a few days ago, when I was waxing lyrical about how pretty she was. Sadly, all the local foxes also seem to think that she’s pretty, as the amount of fox-action in my street last night was really something to hear. It started before dark, and at 10 a.m.  this morning I saw three very fine foxes chasing one another up the road. I went to the shed to put out some bird food and yet another fox brushed against my legs as it bolted past. Don’t these critters ever sleep?

My go-to book for information on foxes is ‘Fox-Watching’ by Martin Hemmington, and he has a very useful month-by-month guide to the behaviour of foxes. As I suspected, January is the peak month not only for mating, but also for dispersal of last year’s youngsters from the territory of their parents. All this makes for an extremely noisy and messy month. Both females and males will double-down on marking their territories – the urine of the females will attract the dog foxes, and the males will want to make sure that their boundaries are secure.

Hemmington points out that as most foxes are solo at this point, they use vocal means to communicate. And don’t they just! The ‘scream’ that was once thought to only be made by vixens is actually made by both sexes in order to attract a mate, and all the youngsters will also be trying to find someone to partner up with for the first time. There’s also that ‘contact call’ – around here, it’s usually three barks, but there’s one individual fox that makes four short ‘arf-arf-arf-arf’ calls.

If you aren’t familiar with the sounds made by red foxes (though I suspect most of you already are), you can hear a fine variety of screams and barks in the video below, along with some howling and an occasional owl. I’ve never heard a fox howling around here, but I guess they live so close together that it’s not worth the effort.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPFTEuT3d4I

You don’t get a whole lot of ‘gekkering’ at this time of year – I associate this much more with foxes playing, and January is a serious month. Here’s what it sounds like, though, courtesy of Paul Cecil. There’s also a very interesting article about fox communication in general here.

So, I suspect that I and my neighbours are in for a few more weeks of disturbed sleep, but Hemmington assures us that by later in February the vixens will be pregnant and the males will be taking it easy prior to the birth of the cubs. The gestation period for foxes is 53 days, so if you happen upon any foxes ‘in the act’ you can probably date when the cubs will be born with some accuracy.

I’ve never actually seen any tiny cubs, but I do remember some very lovely gawky youngsters…here’s a selection from St Pancras and Islington Cemetery. And roll on spring!

Wednesday Weed – Lime Tree

The lime tree (Tilia platyphyllos)

Dear Readers, when I used to visit Mum and Dad in Milborne St Andrew in Dorset I would always make a special pilgrimage to see this extraordinary lime tree. Horses and sheep used to gather in its shade, and you could smell its distinctive creamy/fruity scent, and hear the sound of the drowsy bees gathering its nectar, from fifty feet away. Alas, when I visited back in November the tree had disappeared, blown down during the autumn storms. So this post is by way of a memorial, and a celebration. Lime trees can reach a good age (the oldest are thought to be about 2000 years old), which makes the demise of this one even sadder.

Lime blossom

There are two species of lime tree native to the UK – the large-leaved lime, as seen in the photos, and the small-leaved lime (Tilia cordata). The hybrid between the two, Tilia x europaea, is the original street tree, predating the now ubiquitous London Plane. The tree has absolutely nothing to do with the citrus lime, and the name is thought to be a corruption of the Old English word Lind. Known as the Linden in the rest of Europe, the tree used to line the avenues of many cities (Unter den Linden in Berlin for one). Alas, the tree also attracts aphids who emit torrents of honeydew, much to the disgust of the motorists who park underneath them. Plus, limes are relatively high-maintenance, requiring regular pruning to keep them in shape. Finally, with increased levels of pollution it was clear that the London Plane was more able to survive the rigours of smog and nitrous oxides. These days, there are still lime avenues in London, but they tend to be in the older, quieter parts of town, such as the Whitehall Estate in North London.

Lime trees on Gladsmuir Road

The wood of lime trees is soft and easy to work, with a fine grain and was a favourite of the sculptor Grinling Gibbons (1648 – 1721), who worked on pieces for Hampton Court, St Pauls Cathedral and Petworth House amongst other sites. It’s said that Gibbons often carved a closed peapod in his work, and that he would only carve it ‘open’ once he’d been paid. So, if you come across a Gibbons sculpture with a closed peapod, the poor man probably wasn’t paid for his labours.

Photo One by By Camster2 - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6521009

Grinling Gibbons – detail from Hampton Court (Photo One)

In addition to its rich nectar, the lime tree provides plenty of food for caterpillars, the most spectacular of which is probably the lime hawk moth (Mimias tilae). This extraordinary moth can be found in a variety of colour morphs, from this rather green and pink individual through to moths striped in caramel and cream.

Photo Two by Patrick Clement from West Midlands, England, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Lime Hawk-Moth (Mimas tilae) (Photo Two)

The caterpillars start out green, but turn brown when they’re fully fed. I especially like the blue and red spike at the back.

Photo Three by https://c40.ent.box.com/file/692228531096

Lime Hawk-Moth caterpillar (Photo Three)

Lime trees are also prone to these rather fetching galls, known as nail galls and caused by the gall mite Eriophyes tilae. Galls are extraordinary because the invertebrates ‘persuade’ the plant to create these structures themselves. Nail galls act as protection for the young mites, and when they’re ready to leave they exit through tiny holes on the underside of the leaf, to wait in crevices in the bark for the following spring.

Nail galls

As regular readers will know, I’m also currently getting stuck into a variety of herbal teas, and I’m very intrigued by the idea of lime blossom. And linden honey sounds rather splendid too. What’s your experience, readers?

Photo Four by Marco Verch Professional at https://www.flickr.com/photos/30478819@N08/49162296282

Lime flower tea (Photo Four)

And finally, here is a poem, which takes us full-circle back to the Unter den Linden, and to the power of taste and smell to evoke memory. The poet, Caroline Smith, wasn’t known to me before, but this is wonderful. I shall be keeping an eye open for more work by her.

Lime Tree Honey by Caroline Smith

The regulation for citizenship demands proof that
an applicant was in the UK exactly five years before
the date of application.

All she had brought with her
from that other life in the DDR
was a dill pickle jar filled with honey
made by his bees, from trees
in the Unter den Linden.
It would remain unopened,
a jar of time that could not change
but that preserved one day in their life together
as she had decided to remember it.

The honey held the burnished light
of an early morning leaving East Berlin
to take the swarm to the countryside
to pollinate an orchard.
It held the cobbled roads of the hamlets
they had meandered through:
the scent of flowering beans
through the open windows,
stalks of chaff that blew round the car,
the back of the old hatchback
bumping and scraping low behind them
with the packed hives, shifting –
and the restless hum of the bees.

In the shock that had enveloped her
after the release of her file
and the discovery of her husband’s
meticulous notes on her life,
she had searched back
as she prepared to leave Germany
for signs of his affection –
some drop of sweetness
she could extract from those years.

 

Photo Credits

Photo One by By Camster2 – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6521009

Photo Two by Patrick Clement from West Midlands, England, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Photo Three by https://c40.ent.box.com/file/692228531096

Photo Four by Marco Verch Professional at https://www.flickr.com/photos/30478819@N08/49162296282

 

A Winter Visitor

Dear Readers, after seeing four foxes in the cemetery on Saturday, it should have come as no surprise to see a crepuscular visitor in the garden. This little one was hoovering up the bird food that the starlings had spilt. I have a strong suspicion that she’s a vixen, though I couldn’t have told you how I know – maybe something about her manner. She was more watchful than the dog foxes usually are. Plus, there’s something delicate about her face.

I have, I confess, been throwing out a single handful of dried dog food for the foxes. They usually pass through the garden at one point or another during the evening, and I’m sure they’d find something to eat, but in winter, when the pickings are poorer and when many of the females will be pregnant it seems kind to give them at least something. Some of my neighbours would disagree, I know. The foxes can be loud, and destructive, and can leave delightful offerings of torn up KFC packaging and black, curly droppings. However, not so long ago all of this area was woodland, and before that it was common land. If we are serious about getting on with the other inhabitants of this planet, a little tolerance is surely called for. We have taken away so much, destroyed so much habitat and made it so difficult for everything else that lives around us that giving a little back feels like the least we can do.

Plus, I rather love the foxes. I love their cheekiness, their opportunism, their intelligence and their sheer physical beauty. Life in the city is hard for foxes – most will live for less than a year. I have lost count of how many I have seen run down, or poisoned. Mange kills many. They are our neighbours, but we aren’t always very neighbourly. But for me, seeing them in the garden feels like a privilege, a little taste of the wildness that we have lost in our domesticated lives. They always make my heart beat a little faster.