The bare truth.

I love the shape of winter trees.

Now the tattered remnants of autumn have blown away, the filigree beauty of the trees is revealed shining in a steady cool rain.

In summer all is the soft fur of green leaves, snuggling promiscuously over one another, almost indistinguishable in the pulse of sap and growth.

In Autumn there is some individuality of colour; the different varieties of vines on the hill side are briefly visible as each line of leaves turns a different shade of red in its own time before falling to the ground. Beech and hornbeam flare orange in the woods, before scattering each dry, curled leaf into the wind like sparks from a wildfire.

But in winter, there is no summer hiding, no autumnal showmanship: this is the real shape of the tree. Each limb is smooth, or broken, pruned or leaning slowly out into the sunlight. Each silhouette tells a tale of genes and weather and often the hand of man.

Winter trees are honest, bare and very, very lovely.

 

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6 thoughts on “The bare truth.

  1. Cheryl Capaldo Traylor says:

    Lovely! I love seeing the bones of trees and other plants in winter. We were hiking today and kept hearing a loud roaring sound. Our hike took us close to the interstate, but we didn’t know how close we had always walked to it. We were so surprised. This was our first time hiking there in winter. Trees are also excellent noise insulators!

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  2. catterel says:

    It’s what GMH called the “inscape”. We have a lovely line of unpruned plane trees (which must be among the most beautiful varieties of trees) growing along the edge of the River Tamina here. Now leafless and magnificent.

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