Trees
The cathedral incorporates the following trees.
- Ash (cloister walk)
- Beech (summer chapel, corner towers)
- Cherry
- wild (autumn circle)
- flowering (Easter chapel)
- pillar (dew pond enclosure)
- Cedar
- Deodar (north transept, Christmas chapel)
- Atlantic (lady chapel)
- Cypress (dew pond enclosure)
- Hornbeam (south entrance avenue)
- Horse Chestnut (transepts, western approach)
- Lime (nave)
- Lombardy Poplar (corner towers)
- Norway Maple (Wallsam Way)
- Norway Spruce (Christmas chapel)
- Oak (south entrance, nave, Gospel Oak)
- Rowan (summer chapel)
- Silver Birch (chancel, corner towers)
- Scots Pine (corner towers, north transept, western approach)
- Whitebeam (south entrance, summer chapel)
- Willow (dew pond enclosure)
- Yew (summer chapel, Wallsam Way, chancel)
The site also includes a number of notable shrubs including Berberis, Cotoneaster, Dogwood, Flowering Currant, Holly, Hazel, Lilac, Laurustinus, Laurel, May, Philadelphus, Privet, Rhododendron, and Wild Rose.
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“They are very proper forest houses, the stems of the trees collected together and piled up around a man to keep out wind and rain,—made of living green logs, hanging with moss and lichen, and with the curls and fringes of the yellow birch bark, and dripping with resin, fresh and moist, and redolent of swampy odors, with that sort of vigor and perennialness even about them that toadstools suggest.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“One wonders that the tithing-men and fathers of the town are not out to see what the trees mean by their high colors and exuberance of spirits, fearing that some mischief is brewing. I do not see what the Puritans did at this season, when the maples blaze out in scarlet. They certainly could not have worshiped in groves then. Perhaps that is what they built meeting-houses and fenced them round with horse-sheds for.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
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—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)