30th May Staverton - On the shoulders
It's coming to that point where once again the feeling of competition has returned to the ancient woodland that I've been visiting recently. In fact it's anything to get ahead (or get up to the light) now. The contrasts between the types of vegetation - the strength and decay of the old oak tree that once occupied this spot, the ferns glowing in the light that breaks through the canopy only emphasize the interdependence of the species here. The oak passes the baton down, the ferns will pick it up for a few years, then other species will come, perhaps a holy, rowan or birch will take the place of the ferns to return the woodland floor to it's normal shadiness. The more I see of this community of species here the more I think it could be just one organism.