Category: David

A front garden just down the road from the Compton Road allotments. A fig tree, its branches spreading as far as the front garden wall. On the tree, these fruit. They were ripening surprisingly well after this year’s summer weather.

The annual Heritage Open Day, in the middle of last month, and the only property advertising free entry in Wolverhampton was Moseley Old hall, and that only on the Saturday. Wandering round the garden, I noticed a line of pear trees against one wall of the house. All the leaves seemed to be heavily infested with pear rust. There were multiple powdery-looking dull orange raised patches on the underside of each leaf, each corresponding with a brighter orange mark above.

Bunches of berries changing colour as they ripen on a whitebeam. All the pictures are of berries from one tree, seen on the same morning.

Autumn is described in the poem as the season of mists. There haven’t been very many so far, but these are early morning views towards Tettenhall ridge from Compton Park as the sun rose on one of the few days we had mist.

Close view of one section of the flower spike of a purple loosestrife, seen about a month ago when the flowers were at their height.

Blushing bracket fungus growing all aong a fallen tree trunk in Himley Plantation. The upper surface of most of the fruiting bodies had a dusting of mould growing on them. The lower surfaces (final picture) are “mazy” where the spores come out through pores, not gills.