28.9.11

Autumn is becoming more golden

































I don't remember really feeling the demise of everything in autumn the way that I do now. Every day I am witnessing the decay and disappearance of summer. I know that as a child I loved kicking the falling leaves into piles on the way home from school. We spent hours collecting conkers, eyeing up apples in the neighbours gardens and dillydallying while the warm breeze blew in our hair.


Today I remembered it. It was that warm breeze, blasting away the working day cobwebs. I started to notice the beauty of the golden light and the special tones of September. I stopped on a ditch and gorged on big blackberries, the best ones eaten, I didn't even get any pics! Looking down the lens, changes things, opens up small worlds, turns the decay into a kind of magic, and cheers me up......How are you dealing with the fading light these days?




26.9.11

The tall silent wooden ones.......






























There's not much big wood around here at all. My favourite trees the little Hawthorns are everywhere mainly on the hedgerows. These large pine trees are at the edge of the forest where they catch the light and luckily they have survived beyond the harvesting stage. I can never get an angle on the tree tops so have to be content to photograph a lot of bark and scrappy branches. But from the distance I can sometimes see the sun setting through the thinner trees......all the way through the seasons......




22.9.11

Berries and seeds on the lane and fruit on an old crab apple tree.........





































This evening the rain stopped and it was light. The sun shone on the corner of a field and I saw what I thought were golden flowers in the distance. When I got up closer I saw that they were apples which had bent the tree so far that a large branch had broken off. The light and the variety of fruit on the hedgerows distracted me from the burden of a hard days work. I found myself wishing that I could be out in the fields more of the time but was cheered by the rare beautiful evening warmth.

Work life balance is proving to be a bit of a challenge at the moment, how do you manage it?




21.9.11

Recent storms have left the autumn landscape a bit windswept.......



























The Foxglove Lane hedgerows have been cut back now and the little Hawthorn trees are bent and bedraggled from recent high winds. Full of autumn fruit, the fields are transformed by the reddish glow from them. Ragworth (Saxifrage) fills the high field in abundance creating a blanket of whirling goldenness. The skies are grey a lot of the time at the moment making the light more diffuse and bit softer. The weather forecasters are predicting snow as early as October....time for the ourselves and the neighbours to be thinking about getting the wood in.......



19.9.11

Blooming wild heather and gorse remind me of dingly dell fantasies....




















































Just now the wild heather and gorse are blooming in the surrounding hills. They nestle between rocks and ferns, always perfectly placed. I study them and think about ways of re-creating this, but again, nature is the superior garden designer every time....

These are the "dingly dell" places that remind me of childhood fantasies. Do you remember looking into wooded places or long grassy hedgerows and imagining faeries and mythical creatures living in there? I used to leave gifts for them, a few seeds, placed in a conker shell, or a spare ribbon from my hair which I would deny having lost...yet again.

Days later, if I could wait that long, I would return to see if the little gifts had been taken away. When they were I would be convinced of the presence of elves or leprechauns...... then I knew for sure that they were there! What little faerie dens did you imagine?

PS I know that's not how you are supposed to spell faery, but I like it!










14.9.11

A happy browse in the courgettes results in eye to eye contact......
































Had a look out in the undergrowth after recent stormy and wet weather and was so happy to find a summery pair, and it seemed as if each of them looked me straight in the eye! Were they aware of my presence? I like to think so.......



12.9.11

Some extremely green neighbours looking for a port in a storm.......






























































We are experiencing the tail end of three Atlantic storms at the moment with a lot of high winds and rain. This is always a good time to come across the smaller green neighbours in the undergrowth. Some are greener than others and are hard to miss, like this caterpillar screaming out it's edible juiciness to passing blackbirds and thrushes!

This frog which I assume to be female, is having a good look in at the cabbage plants safely caged off from the rabbits. Spooky little hands.......




6.9.11

A short walk on the lane reveals the warm colours of autumn


































While I am still pining for summer, I was heartened this evening by the warm colours of autumn on the lane. Yes everything is turning, the light is fading, and there is a chill in the air. But the golden ferns are just crisping at the edges, the hawthorn trees are laden with haws and the heather is blooming in soft shades of purple and lilac. The setting sun has moved into the south west again, and we are so aware here that the skies are that bit darker, so much earlier in the evenings.

The autumn colours as always are inspiring, a reminder that nature is the most wonderful gardener of all, and this little lane as usual continues to reveal that simple truth, that the natural world can't really be improved on. That goes for each of us too, do you think?





4.9.11

There is so much rain, it's everywhere, on everything










































It's yet another rainy Sunday and it seems as if the rain delays until I'm free from work and looking forward to a swim or a few hours in the garden with the sun on my skin, and then the deluge happens. Right now it is pounding on the roof and bending the last flowers of summer to the ground. But last night I got a lovely message from a someone in a drier climate, in the mid-west of the US, admiring the green and lush landscape that we in Ireland live in.

I suppose (grudgingly) that the rain is our friend and results in a soft and always green environment summer and winter. We turn on the tap and out it comes, clean and chemical free, always flowing. The little drops of moisture on every surface reflecting the thin light co-operate with nature to create our food and our future.

Today I am appreciating the beauty of rainy days and thinking of my friends around the world where water is a lot more scarce....The sun may be a bit lacking here in our so called summer but we are never thirsty .....