Sylvan Ecology

This morning we visited Lidl for a big shop. The Caterer in Chief donned a mask, entered the supermarket, and returned with a trolley load of goods while I sat in the car and read until it was time for me to assist with loading the purchases into the boot. When we arrived home I unloaded the Modus. Jackie was meant to have a rest at this point, but she started unpacking the bags before preparing lunch which I helped her eat.

After lunch we took a forest drive.

As we entered the Rhinefield Ornamental Drive, piles of sawn body parts of a huge shallow-rooted oak tree that had succumbed to the recent storm prompted me to ask my Chauffeuse to park on the verge so I could create pictures. As we will see, the rich red tones of freshly sawn living wood will soon adopt more subdued hues. In fact I suspect that some of this material will be sold to craftspeople for the creation of furniture or ornaments such as the the mushrooms made for Jackie by Matthew Chalk of https://www.blackstone-chalk.co.uk

The rest may be left in situ to return in time to the soil from which it sprang. The woodland along the Drive is littered with trees in various stages of decomposition; the forest floor demonstrates how fallen timber is eventually overcome by moss as it sinks into the ground creating a bas-relief of its living form, blending with fallen leaves. The last image in this gallery clearly shows the process. Numerous insects are nurtured by the generated matter.

The droppings deposited by the ponies foraging nearby make their own plentiful contributions.

We encountered similar scenes on the road to Linwood. One of the ponies bore battle scars. I was somewhat surprised, when photographing the white-maned creature, to turn and find a bay right behind me breathing down my neck. Much to Jackie’s amusement, I backed off rapidly.

Although dry, the day had not been bright and was increasingly overcast by the time we reached Appleslade, where ponies,

a couple necking in the open, stood out on the hillside.

This evening we dined on a rack of ribs in barbecue sauce; Jackie’s savoury rice topped with a fluffy omelette; and fresh salad, with which I drank more of the Cabernet Sauvignon.

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

71 thoughts on “Sylvan Ecology

  1. I can smell the freshly cut wood. And the woods. We’ll skip the ponies.
    Ribs sound nice. Cabernet too. can you get Morgon in your neck of the woods? (A wine from the Beaujolais region)
    ๐Ÿท ๐Ÿท

  2. It sounds as though Jackie had a very busy morning. It was very good of you to help her with lunch (!)
    The fallen trees are indeed so very red. Astonishing. I can smell the sawn wood too – and the softer aroma of moss blanketed branches, softening over the years, and mulching leaves.
    Beautiful pictures which so clearly illustrate the cycle of life. How well the natural world is designed.
    That poor battle scared pony. I hope he has a friend to comfort him, like the pretty pair in the final pictures.

  3. That was a huge, very old tree. I wonder just how old? I agree with the other commentators, I too love the smell of freshly cut wood. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

  4. Lovely photographs, and delightfully narrated! Like other commenters, I could smell the sawn wood and the forest. I fancied I could also hear the smile in your voice as your words accompanied and described the photos, too.

  5. I appreciate your use of the phrase, body parts, when referring to the of a huge shallow-rooted oak tree. I hate for trees to be destroyed, but the fragrance and patterns of freshly cut wood are interesting. I love how you’ve shown trees in all their stages of life and death, plus a beautiful blonde pony and the necking ones! I’m going to go out back and take pictures of a decaying tree.

  6. a day of nature and natural happenings – besides helping Jackie eat the food haul for lunch. Sad that the tree fell or for any tree to fall, as if their time was up, but good also that the wood will either be mulch or become an object via a makers hand.

  7. You and Jackie make a good team. It’s good you’re around to eat the lunch she makes.
    So many beautiful photos. I saw an optical illusion with the first woodland scene–I thought the slender trees were streams of something falling from the sky.
    I like those literally necking ponies.

  8. I think I’m too young to see those last two photos!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ HA! I’m just teasing! ๐Ÿ˜›
    I ALWAYS love your tree photos! Such beautiful sylvan photos today and wonderful facts! Interesting to learn about trees, their stages of life, and how even those considered “done” are home for insects and small animals, can be made into useful things, renew the soil, etc. ๐Ÿ™‚
    It was so nice of you to be a helper and eat the wonderful lunch Jackie prepared! A great chef loves to feed others! ๐Ÿ™‚
    (((HUGS))) ๐Ÿ™‚

  9. Adored all of your forest photos today Derrick, and trees seem to be the subject of my writings lately… Oh, ‘The mushroom’ link didn’t work for me..

  10. I love woodland.
    We used to take field trips from school to Otley Chevin Forest. The forest rangers gave talks to the children and in groups gave them practical tasks to carry out.

    Listening to the rangers tell us about the forest and itโ€™s inhabitants was an eye opener to many, and hearing about the forest food chain was interesting to all of us. We spent whole days there, and although the Chevin is just up the lane from me and I’ve visited many times, those talks from the rangers made me look at the forest in a whole new light.

  11. Romance in the field! Our shopping routine is the opposite of yours. Clif goes to the grocery store, and I help when he gets home. But the results are the same: Food in the cupboards.

  12. The various stages in the life of a tree, energy borrowed, and later returned as life sustains itself from other life. The pictures tell an ancient story still unfolding.

    I always love those ponies. ๐Ÿ™‚

  13. The soil in the areas where the trees are allowed to decay, and the ponies are allowed to poop must be fertile.

    In Queensland, after cyclones, some of the fallen trees are recovered by craftmen also, to be turned into objects of beauty and utility.

  14. Sometimes I wonder how sentient the trees are. They occupy a liminal zone between the inanimate and the living. Perhaps that is a matter that keeps the ponies brooding?

  15. I agree with so many of the comments about the sensual nature of your descriptions, The subject of sawn-down trees, their possible future and so on is a fascinating one. My eldest son used to comb local farms for fallen oaks, eucalyptus, and other large trees and would,in time, take his chain saw out to cut sections to turn into boxes, bowls, cutting boards and other things. He has since moved to Norway and the local Woodcutters Guild were delighted to cart away the last of his ‘treasures’ the other day to turn into things of beauty and utility. Left to decay in the forests, trees become host to a variety of fungi, insects and other small creatures. Nothing really goes to waste in nature.

  16. Beautiful images to return to Derrick.. The woodland ever changing and nothing much ever goes to waste… The ponies too such a delight to see as they roam freely…
    Lidl, lol… Hubby went this morning and brought four of their home made donuts back as a special treat…
    Its a treat to be back here with WP again..
    Sending LOVE and well wishes to you both… Keep enjoying Mother Nature… as least so far she is free.. ๐Ÿ™‚
    Hugs to you both โค

  17. I, too, appreciate the necking ponies. It was very obliging of a white and a brown one to pose for contrast. I also like “Ponies in Landscape” because it has that color palette I love so much.

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