THE PARK ALL YEAR ROUND
Spring is the radiant, green time of year. The buds are bursting, and bird song is in the air. The migrating birds return one by one; of the song birds, the willow warbler is the first, then the chiffchaff and, by May, the chorus is assembled, accompanied by croaking green frogs in sun-dappled pools. Spring snowflakes and white butterburs bloom by the ponds, while white anemones carpet the forest floor. In the meadow are glimpses of corydalis, cowslips, buttercups and bitter cress. Fences and woodland edges turn white with the waves of blooming blackthorn, hawthorn, and cherry.
The forest turns deep green, dense, and sometimes dark; but the woodland ponds still wink through the twigs and leaves. Now the birds are primarily heard rather than seen in the thick foliage. Their song is more subdued, replaced later in the summer by the sounds of fledgling tits. Pigeons still coo from the tall trees.
The cattle and horses graze in the meadows, keeping the commons open and full of flowers. Starlings search eagerly for larvae and worms to take back to their young – before, young and old in unison, they strike out for the ripened fruit in the cherry trees.
Autumn is the golden time. The leaves of the Norway maple, bird cherry, mountain ash and spindle tree fight to out-glow the ripe, red hawthorn berries. Beechnut, acorn and hazelnut ripen, and horse chestnuts lie strewn, bright and brown, on the path.
The songbirds have gone south by now with most of the other migrant birds. But new guests arrive: siskens search for small alder cones, flocks of wood pigeons, and in years of plentiful beechnuts, bramblings and chaffinches make the forest floor seem alive.
The leaves have fallen. Perhaps, even snow. The lattice of branches in the grand, old trees are now visible against the sky, and the self-sewn holly and few conifers of yew, spruce and pine have emerged, dark green. The view through the brush out towards the Sound and Hven has opened up anew.
Blackbirds rustle about the forest floor, upending the withered leaves. Small, mixed flocks of tits and other small birds scurry through the underbrush. Often there are still wood pigeons and fieldfares and redwings, even though there are only a few berries left. Late in winter, the catkins of the hazel unfold, turning a yellow-green. Spring is on the way.
The park is maintained in accordance with a plan developed by Peter Friis Møller, and the Municipality of Hørsholm is responsible for everyday maintenance.