The Promise of Mist

www.bealtainecottage.com 001The evening falls a little faster, the light fades in the west and the cottage warms up to greet the night.

www.bealtainecottage.com 011Missy has been reluctant to go outside today, as the rain fell steadily all afternoon.

The warm air ensures a light mist will rise from the valley tonight.

If the morning is clear, the mist will rise up through the valley and embrace the mountains of Arigna.

www.bealtainecottage.com 021Rose-hips are flopping out from hedgerows…is this the sign of a cold winter to come?

We shall see!

www.bealtainecottage.com 048Tea, lovely hot and comforting, the cup that cheers…thank you Jane for the beautiful mugs you made for me in your Bandon Pottery.

Crocosmia Montbretia in the rainThe flowers of the Crocosmia are in their final stages of bloom.

The vibrancy of this orange flower was brought to Ireland from South Africa over 100 years ago and have become naturalised here in the west of the country, where the Gulf stream makes the climate that little bit softer!

Che Mousey Bear relaxes on the benchThe days of sitting on the bench are not yet over, for the seasons here in the magical west of Ireland, never played by the rules.

www.bealtainecottage.comHere, Mother Nature goes her wilful, wild way, delighting in surprises that open into warm January days and balmy February afternoons in sheltered places like the south side of Bealtaine Cottage, set here in its own little micro-climate.

www.bealtainecottage.com 002Tiny pumpkins decorate the sitting room, reflecting the season of fruitfulness.

www.bealtainecottage.com 003The light play of Autumn continues…

www.bealtainecottage.com 025Bunches of drying herbs, cast shadows on the wall, as the season begins its final lunar cycle.

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Fruits of the Earth

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.

Wasps descend.

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.