The noblest compost
LAWNS are covered in leaves now that the annual show of autumn colour has been brought to the usual dramatic end by storms and frost. Something like this has been going on for thousands of years in this country, since the woods grew and spread after the last Ice Age. We sweep them up and put them aside, yet in forests everywhere they skeletonise and melt away each year, returning to the soil of the woodland floor in a never-ending cycle. We have become semi-detached from this process, but we still imitate it, and its real significance is beginning to dawn on us. Fallen leaves, which some people still burn, can readily be made into something called leafmould, thick, brown and crumbly, a joy merely to handle and so lovely on…