A cold night and a brisk wind in the early morning persuade some of the least robust to give up the ghost.
Bracken is a softy in this respect. It may bully its way acros the ground at amazing speed changing the appearance in a week or two. But there's no stickability about it.
The first cold night and it's suffering; the tender new fronds turn brown and look very sickly. Certain parts of Blacka are more prone to this bracken scorching than others, mostly in the more sheltered spots.
No comments:
Post a Comment