It's only when the bracken has abandoned its annual effort to conquer the earth that we can start to love it. Then its bronze patterns become just a delicate part of the overall picture rather than the dominant upstart that threatens to engulf it. In larger scale views and particularly at sunrise the effect can be simply stunning. Autumn is not proper autumn without the golden carpets of bracken on Blacka underneath assorted yellows on the birch.
Think again you heathland fundamentalists. It's what nature produces unassisted that we value most.
No comments:
Post a Comment