The autumnal equinox
is upon us.
At about 2.54 am the sun will be directly over the
equator, night and day will be of equal length and we will enter into
autumn.
The equinoctial
gales have made their presence felt by scattering the apples over the
lawn and breaking some of the more heavily laden boughs.
Kilos of windfalls
have been carted off to the cider makers in exchange for last year's
cider and the bigger branches sawed up to dry out for the stove come
winter's chill.
Some clung on even as the branch broke |
The autumn crocuses
have survived the blast as has, surprisingly, the delicate Harvest
Lily.
The swallows are
long gone
We await the arrival
of the fieldfares and redwings and have left enough of the windfalls
for them.
Bruised and starting to rot, these are a magnet for the butterflies, the red admirals in particular, now that the storm has passed and the sun is warming their wings again.
The harvest moon is
almost full... a day or two to go.
The hairst, the Scots for harvest, is done. The fields have a shaved look with their designer stubble already being ploughed under.
The year has moved
into a new phase.
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