By the middle of August the bracken invasion is close to a spent force. The odd cool night curls and browns the ends of fronds which despite their rampant progress earlier in summer are feeble cowards at heart. We should be more relaxed about bracken, but it inspires in some a feeling of panic akin to that of Georgian troops fleeing the Russian army. Will it never stop? But it always does and when it dies off you see it as the temporary, if irritating, phenomenon it is.
Rowan also sends out an early warning of autumn with orange and red berries already several weeks old and many trees also showing leaf drop.
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