by The Curious Scribbler
The quest for the perfect Christmas tree took me south this year, to a secluded valley between Talgarreg and Pontsian to select my tree on the root. Here we roamed the field and eventually chose a beautifully columnar dense-foliaged fir, which has fulfilled its promise, barely dropping a needle during nineteen days indoors without water. This is the promise of a fir rather than a Norway spruce, but when the trees have been cut some weeks earlier even an expensive fir can be disappointing.
The trees were growing on a north-facing valley side, surrounded by a particularly thick carpet of Polytrichum commune, the Common Hair Moss. This is the deep cushiony moss which is not sphagnum. It is a stiffer drier moss which does not hold copious amounts of water and would be of no use for wound dressing ( think First World War!) or hanging baskets. Its long stems are thin and wiry, as much as 14 inches long, brown at the base, and green with narrow leaves at the upper end. Its medieval uses included stuffing mattresses or making twine and woven baskets.
I set about the latter task with the handful I had brought home and found that it plaited into a long and serviceable string. So pleased was I with the result that this year the mistletoe has been tied up with my hairy polytrichum twine rather than the usual ribbon or string.
There is the potential for a home industry here. Cleverer hands than mine could make all sorts of woven novelties with this free raw material. And there are many people with artistic and craft skills in this county.
Another outstanding ornamental use of natural resources may be seen by anyone who pauses and looks right on the Llanilar to Trawgoed road. Gary Taylor has given full reign to his creativity in building his woodpile. Personally I have always felt pretty satisfied when my woodpile is just neatly stacked with all the cut ends facing outwards, but here is a man whose woodpile is inlaid with the Tree of Life! His other woodpile sports a Welsh dragon. Each outline is traced in stained split logs, set in the face of the traditional stack.
Will he have the heart to demolish these huge artworks to heat the hearth? I suspect this may be a wrench. But knowing Gary and his immaculate large garden, he probably has another everyday log pile round the back!
And for those who don’t know their mosses: two pictures are below:
A bit like those pairs of photos they publish in Private Eye?