Midsummer limes
So finally the lime trees come into fragrant bloom, leaving it to the time of roses, peonies and grasses: the definitive midsummer tree.
I love limes, but I hate them too, because in forty years I've never been able to securely tell them apart.
These ones are from the lakeside park in Warminster.
The one on the left here, at any rate, is Small-leaved Lime (Tilia cordata): small buds, leaves grey-green and more or less hairless apart from gingery tufts at base of veins on the underside. (The tree itself is easy to recognize at this time of year, because the flowers and fruit poke upwards from the leaves instead of hanging down below them.)
The other two (from different individuals) are both Broad-leaved Lime (Tilia platyphyllos). I'm saying this with more confidence than I really feel. It's true that the young leaves are hairy all over the underside and even on the upperside. On the other hand some of the cymes (like the one on the right) have six buds, an exceptional number for Broad-leaved Lime. Anyway, I'm sticking with that for now.
Above, Small-leaved Lime, the aforementioned gingery tufts in vein axils.
Below, another distinguishing feature of Small-leaved lime (left). Looking at the upperside of the leaf, you can see that only the main veins are easily visible. Compare the many little cross-members on the Broad-leaved Lime (right), which are quite deeply impressed. Clive Stace calls them "tertiary veins"; Francis Rose calls them "side-veins".
Leaf uppersides of Tilia cordata (left) and Tilia platyphyllos (right) |
Broad-leaved Lime. Hairy underside of leaf.
Common Lime, leaf upperside. Even here there are a few hairs on the main veins, if you look very closely.
'Love! thou art leading me from wintry cold,Lady! thou leadest me to summer clime,And I must taste the blossoms that unfoldIn its ripe warmth this gracious morning time.'So said, his erewhile timid lips grew bold,And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme:Great bliss was with them, and great happinessGrew, like a lusty flower in June's caress.Parting they seem'd to tread upon the air,Twin roses by the zephyr blown apartOnly to meet again more close, and shareThe inward fragrance of each other's heart.She to her chamber gone, a ditty fairSang, of delicious love and honey'd dart;He with light steps went up a western hill,And bade the sun farewell, and joy'd his fill.
Tyss, ingen såg att jag kysste Er kind.Känn hur det doftar från parken av lind,Blommande linder kring månbelyst stig -Rosa jag älskar dig!Shush, so I kissed your cheek in the dark --Ah, smell that smell of the limes in the park!Lime-flowers and moonlight in our avenue,Rosa I do love you!
Fruits of Broad-leaved Lime (left), Common Lime (centre) and Small-leaved Lime (right). Warminster and Frome, 10 September 2022. |
A brief re-visit to the trees, in September, to take a look at the mature fruits. In this photo you can compare their relative sizes.
Fruits of Broad-leaved Lime. Warminster, 10 September 2022. |
Fruits of Common Lime. Frome, 10 September 2022. |
Intermediate in size between the other two species. The ribs are fairly obscure.
Fruits of Small-leaved Lime. Warminster, 10 September 2022. |
Sooty mould getting busy on the honeydew-drenched surfaces of the lower leaves of Common Lime. Frome, 20 August 2024. |
Labels: Evert Taube, John Keats, Tiliaceae, Trees
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