In the beginning there is a thick mist.
Somewhere the dawn is breaking but on the lane this morning it happens slowly. A tractor engine is idling. He’s warming the engine while he empties the dregs of a pot of tea down on top of two slices of brown bread and marmalade.
The warm September light filters through, dappled spotlights along the way. By evening time the freezer will be crammed with blackberries, plums and an assortment of currants and apples. Sweetness to be added to morning oatmeal and yoghurt on a winter’s day.
For now it’s time to harvest all the good memories of summer as we get ready for the big hibernation. And walking back I repeat again these favourite lines….
I wish I understood the beauty
in leaves falling.
To whom are we beautiful
as we go?
Catherine this is beautiful, as ever. Gorgeous pictures and words.
Thank you so much Mary:~))
Gotham Girl says
Ahhh….my favorite season is around the corner! Loved getting a peak into your world! I can just feel the moisture of that thick mist!
Every morning now thick with mist while later in the day we are getting SUN! We are all happy clappy. Still sneaking in the odd sea swim as well!!
Gotham Girl says
Gotham Girl x
Donna@Gardens Eye View says
I will answer…I am beautiful to me and other special folks as I do know the beauty of the leaves falling. It is harvest time and it is a time of melancholy. Time to rejoice in the sweet harvest and time to say goodbye to the garden.
Bitter sweet isn't it Donna…..we are having an extended beautiful late summer here…..cant believe our luck. For me it was my Dad leaving us, fading slowly with every day…..just like the leaves turning…..
"To whom are we beautiful as we go…." Oh my. That one just pulls at my heart, breaking it and watching the pieces soar. I wish I knew what soared while 'else fell. Your photos are exquisite Catherine. I could just eat them up…and about half of them I can! -:))
It breaks my heart every time too Susie……and the plums and blackberries were and are scrummy!!
So many beautiful photos. I love this time of year.
Thank you Stefani! It is a special time for harvesting and colour…..
Catherine, you have such abundance where you live, and you photograph it so beautifully. I love that quote, and I can't stop pondering its question.
Victoria….it is a beautiful poem and it always reminds me to savour the moment before it's my own turn…..