Kilronan Mountain rises above the mist early in the morning here in the north west of Ireland.
The solace of an early Autumn and a brightening sky.
Fruits of the Earth are ready to harvest.
Apples scattered on the grass in the orchard are nibbled by night-time visitors and afternoon wasps.
The seasonal change-over is happening, hot becomes warm and cool becomes cold.
Crocosmia is blooming…the brilliant burnt orange of an artist’s palette.
This little flower, once brought to Ireland from South Africa, now colours the roadsides for departing visitors…an orange farewell and abiding memory.
The orange flag of Lughnasa spent in an Emerald Isle.
As the Equinox approaches and the days shorten, the scents rising from Mother Earth are full of fermenting fruit and wood smoke.
Plums split open in fertile ripeness.
Samhain is just around the corner and then the descent towards the longest night of the year…the seasons progress…
The promise of a Toffee Apple on a stick.
Scrumping children sneak into gardens for the promise of apples and pockets filled with booty to carry off.
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