In my garden, outside my office window, stands a Rowan. At this time of the year the buds are just bursting and the new leaves are preparing to cover the bare branches in a bright new yellowy-green. In less than a month it will be covered in white flowers and full of birds hunting insects to feed their young.  So many species come to the tree, from Goldcrests and Blue Tits to Magpies and Wood Pigeons.  Even the occasional Woodpecker. As the year wears on the leaves turn a darker shade of green and the berries form. By August the berries ripen into a glorious red and the Blackbirds and Starlings move in to fatten up for the approaching winter. The arrival of autumn sees the leaves turn yellow, then brown and fall to ground.  The last of the berries will be fought over by the Blackbirds and possibly some Fieldfares.  Through the dark days of winter it sways in the wind and still provides shelter for passing birds, its trunk green with algae. It’s been there some 25 years now, having grown from a seed that a passing Blackbird dropped – I really ought to say thank you for all the entertainment it gives me every year!  Now that’s a magic tree 🙂
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