Strange days. Everything is changing. The hedgerows, only a few weeks ago full of inspiration and activity, are quieter. Some days I think nature will have little to offer an enthusiastic blogger with a camera, but luckily, so far, each time I find some treasure. Sadly today I came across a beautiful hare, now road kill, but completely perfect in every way. The lanes are sparse and brown, and the challenge of continuing the walks is greater.
My attention may well turn to more inward and interior observations. Like the one that the shortening days bring some gloominess to the view, like the one that many of us are struggling to find hope or to understand why, or like the one that the seasons are a powerful force that influence all of our moods and thoughts.
Next week I am hitting the big city of London! The balmy weather and the bright lights will probably turn all this "going to seed" talk upside down. I will miss the quiet silver hues and the golden western skies over the Comeragh Mountains each evening, but I won't miss the grey mist coming in from the Atlantic or the brown stalks, all that remains of the wildflowers that I love.
Packed noisy cafes with the strong smell of baking and coffee here I come! Art galleries, book shops and vintage markets are where you will find me but I will also sit on a bench and observe the wildlife of London in a small square in the sunshine......