Wenlock Edge, Shropshire: The one-step-forward-two-steps-back dance between winter and spring had time yet but many of the animals and plants had notOvernight snow left anonymous gifts. Frost and a chill wind through the trees hardened what remained of the snowfall as the weather moved on, to leave a scattering of unopened envelopes. Snow on fungi: there was something very symbolic about these two kinds of ephemeral structures. The Armilaria fungi living in the rotten stump of a tree may have been what killed it. The fruiting bodies of russet flesh that bloomed from fibrous mycelium, forming a circuit between tree cells and a kind of organic afterlife in the soil, were now holding a frozen package of snow. After days of sogginess with bright moments, the return of snow felt revenant. It was too clear and pure, even in its fleetingness. In Among the Summer Snows, Christopher Nicholson talked about the literary obsession with the whiteness of snow and quoted Shakespeare when Juliet declares that Romeo "wilt lie upon the wings of night/ Whiter than new snow on a raven's back". Love transcends death, or something. Continue reading...
Country diary: new snow lay on wings of fungi
14. února 2018 7:00
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Celý článek: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/feb/14/country-diary-snow-on-fungi-wenlock-edge-shropshire
Zdroj: The Guardian