Bursting Forth on Boxing Day

Christmas wreath, Hampstead, Boxing Day 2013

This Christmas our friends Travis and Beth at Trevoole sent us a copy of ‘Dear Friend and Gardener’, a collection of correspondence between distinguished gardeners Beth Chatto and the late, great Christopher Lloyd.  I got stuck in immediately, relishing the robust exchange of opinions on such matters as organic gardening, whether to water during a drought and how much is too much to pay for a snowdrop bulb.  It’s an emminently entertaining book and one which I shan’t put down until it’s finished, save to write this post.  I can’t imagine why I haven’t got around to reading it before, but I could say that of many worthy books!

One thing that Beth and Christo agreed on was the joy of seeking out little details in the garden during winter.  Through the rest of the year there is so much to appreciate that it’s easy to overlook the minutiae, but during the colder months the smallest things can bring disproporionate pleasure.

Hawthorn berries, Hampstead Heath, Boxing Day 2013

With such thoughts in my mind and the zoom lens attached we set off for Hampstead, eager to walk off the excesses of Christmas Day.  This lengthy perambulation is now something of a tradition, as is the gloomy weather which seems synonymous with Boxing Day in London.  For those of you less familiar with this part of the capital, Highgate (where we live) and Hampstead are two historic villages separated by an expansive heath, on high ground just north of the city.  Although evidently managed, Hampstead Heath is about as natural as things get in this urban area, a refuge for birds and home to some magnificent old trees.  Both Highgate and Hampstead are decidedly well-to-do and have attracted for artists (such as John Constable), politicians and the wealthy over the centuries.

This morning the muddy paths across the heath were packed with the Panettone munching, Sauvignon Blanc swilling, labradoddle owning middle classes, all on a similar mission to ourselves.  We joined their nicely brought-up children feeding the wildfowl (and thieving gulls), including this charming tufted duck.

Tufted Duck, Hampstead Heath, Boxing Day 2013

In terms of little details much of the action was going on above our heads. A mild start to winter means the birds have not yet stripped all the berries, crab apples and hips from the trees and bushes.  Against a limpid sky the glossy fruits stood out like tiny jewels.  There were a few casualties during the recent storms, mainly ash and birch.  Much too young to die was a juvenille turkey oak, still holding onto its russet leaves, prostrated across a pathway.  Even amongst the decaying leaves and tree stumps there was something to look at, in the form of little fungi feasting on the rotting wood.

Fungi, Hampstead Heath, Boxing Day 2013

We left the soggy heath at Well Walk.  It was in this genteel, tree-lined street that John Keats wrote “Endymion” which famously begins with the line “A thing of beauty is a joy for ever”.

Well Walk, Hampstead, Boxing Day 2013

The houses of Hampstead each had fine Christmas trees in their windows and extravagant wreaths adorning their handsome front doors.  This pretty combination of eucalyptus, lavender and pine cones looked especially chic against black gloss paintwork.

Christmas Wreath, Hampstead, Boxing Day 2013

Much is made of lists of plants in bloom on New Year’s Day, but as I expect to be nursing a hangover, I carried out my unofficial survey today.  On our walk I spotted yellow Meconopis cambrica, campanulas, centaureas, penstemons, fuchsias, wallflowers, roses and diascias, hanging on for dear life.  All shared a kind of drenched, sallow look, as if waiting for the end to come.  Wearing its winter pallor with aplomb was this hydrangea, one of the few flowers which really knows how to grow old gracefully.

Fading hydrangea, Highgate, Boxing Day 2013

Back to berries, an excellent alternative to all the fiery reds, oranges and yellows was Sorbus hupehensis, the Hubei Rowan.  At close quarters the fruits were the colour of a spotty teenager’s skin, but from a distance they appeared delicate, pretty and even striking against a dark background.  

Sorbus hupehensis, Highgate, Boxing Day 2013

Surprised at the variety of plants and trees which were still in good shape at the turn of the year we neared home again.   A large tree (as yet unidentified) gave us false hope of an early spring, its pale green seeds caught in a shaft of weak sunlight.  They looked for all the world like new leaves.  It will be a good three or four months before this comes to pass, but in the meantime we can look forward to many little details including snowdrops, aconites, cyclamen and crocuses – maybe not as impressive as summer’s bounty, but sufficient rations to keep us gardeners going through the depths of January and February.

Sunlight through branches, Highgate, Boxing Day 2013