That reminds me of when I was a child, we had several yew trees in our garden and their branches are so flexible we used to climb as high up as we could, jump away from the trunk, grab some tips of the branches and hold on to them until we got to a stop. The branches were just bending more and more but they did not break.
I also liked (and still like) to eat their berries. Many people think they are poisonous but it's the only part of this plant that is not (never roast meat on a yew-wood fire!) and also the pit is poisonous but not the juice (actually the berry is a "bag" full of juice, you just drink the juice and spit pit and skin out again). But not all trees have the same tasty berries, try another one if you don't like its taste.
What was also fun as a child was, when the male trees were full of pollen, one could shake a branch and a thick yellow cloud of pollen was coming out of it and drifting away.
In this sense: I like your picture but I love the yew-tree!
Thank you so much for sharing your memories with me! Just like most people I always thought that the berries are poisonous for humans though they seem to be a delicious meal for some birds. Thanks for your explanations!
That reminds me of when I was a child, we had several yew trees in our garden and their branches are so flexible we used to climb as high up as we could, jump away from the trunk, grab some tips of the branches and hold on to them until we got to a stop. The branches were just bending more and more but they did not break.
I also liked (and still like) to eat their berries. Many people think they are poisonous but it's the only part of this plant that is not (never roast meat on a yew-wood fire!) and also the pit is poisonous but not the juice (actually the berry is a "bag" full of juice, you just drink the juice and spit pit and skin out again). But not all trees have the same tasty berries, try another one if you don't like its taste.
What was also fun as a child was, when the male trees were full of pollen, one could shake a branch and a thick yellow cloud of pollen was coming out of it and drifting away.
In this sense: I like your picture but I love the yew-tree!