Many years ago my husband and I went on a tour of Greenwood Cemetery. I’m sure we were told all about the famous people buried there, but the one thing that stuck in my mind was the perfect circle of weeping beech trees.
Our guide told us that one tree had stood in what now was the empty center of the circle, its trailing (“weeping”) twigs brushing the ground. Where the twigs had touched the earth, roots had formed – and from those roots had sprung this circle of trees. The “mother” tree had since died, but here were her daughters, their long skirts in turn touching the ground.
This way of traveling is more common than you might think. Five or six years ago I found one lone black raspberry bush in the corner under the pines. Now there’s a proper briar patch there, which serves up delicious berries. Once the berries are gone the stalk (“cane”) they grew on dies back and has to be pruned away or there will be a stiff, thorny mess there.
But new canes have already grown – the canes that will bear next year – and they walk!
Take a good look at these pictures:
Can you see how the tips of the canes are bending over? They are looking for places to set down roots and start a new shrub. It’s gotten pretty dense back there…
As always, there are new things blooming on the Green:
Tall Joe Pye weed behind the bee balm
There’s also an unusual amount of fruit on our Cornelian cherries. These small trees aren’t cherries at all, but are in the dogwood family.
I’ve never seen them fruit in clusters like this. Pretty, aren’t they? And yes, they are edible.