I don't know how I overlooked the fact that we didn't have a Tree of the Day thread, (maybe we did and it was never made a sticky?)
Anyway, I'll start it off with this one- seen in Stanmore Park, North London.
Not sure what sort of tree it is- but it looked so dramatic against the sky, like a sculpture or carving of a ghost tree, (it would make a great photo taken on a night with a full moon... it would stand out wonderfully.)
I would like to think my tree of the day was the wych elm but unfortunately not, in fact they use to say find a wych elm and one would find little owls nesting in the holes, in England at least. In fact the last one I saw was back in 1960 which had a pair of little owls eyes staring out of within its branches that was until Dutch elm disease brought its demise along with each one that stood in a long line here.
Although they are more resistant then the common elm to Dutch elm disease, the wood was also used for water pipes and Welsh long bows for their flexibility as they were less likely break at full draw unlike yew, although the yew is still favoured today. Medicine and thickener for soups and bread making can also be used from the bark, as well as furniture from the wood itself.
Although my father and I tried to split up the dead trees for the fire back in the day but it was almost impossible, neither would it burn very well as it would continue to send out huge sparks flying across the room. It is also associated with Orpheus of the underworld and death, although I like to think of it has a magical tree some bearing strange twisted features much like a witches face, burls by name. But then again all trees are magical are they not dear reader.
We find walnuts in the front and back garden, sometimes in the morning we are wakened up by tap,tap tapping on the roof, going out there are walnuts on the ground, the birds have managed to get the outer skin off but can't get into the nut itself, there is a cottage just up the road from us called,,, wait for it, tara, "Walnut Tree Cottage" that might be where the birds get them. Duncan