My home town has many rows of Victorian terraces and to get to any of my countryside, wood or park walks, I go through some of them.
While not exactly lying higgledy-piggledy, each batch of terraces forms its own grid dictated by the hillside rather than a uniform plan. Walkers are offered an alternative way at nearly every corner: all being even, my choices are dictated by plants. I visited these three along my walk yesterday.
It’s rare I pass any of my favourite townsplants without slowing down or stopping for a moment to see how they are. I get a few looks from passers-by, and it’s not unknown for the homeowner to shoot out to check what I’m doing, but why wouldn’t you pause?
The tree leaf picture is something of an embarrassment, because I don’t know what tree it is. I’d have guessed beech, but something makes me doubt. The autumn leaves are chocolate-charcoal with lighter backs.
Regular readers may remember my hydrangea path to the pie shop. It’s just one of several hydrangeas I keep my eye on. This is another:
Its flowers are an appealing mix of shades and are rain-speckled by this stage, but it was the orange-red autumn foliage I most wanted to capture.
I could add tens of others, but you get my gist. It takes me longer to get around than if I whizzed by, but my reward is a richer experience.