The trees are providing a wonderful colour display this year. Unlike other year’s we have’nt had the harsh winds that rip the leaves prematurely from the trees. Reds, pinks, greens, yellows and browns are the colours of the moment.
Some plants, like this Geranium, which are in sheltered spots, continue to produce blooms as we head into the first days of the Celtic Winter.
Even the brilliant orange of Montbretia is fading, having decorated our gardens and roadsides for many weeks. 
The leaves have already dropped from the Rowans leaving the berries glowing like Christmas baubles. Soon the weather will become harsher and the birds will feast here.
Rosehips catch the eye as myself and the Dogs take our daily walk. Walking is done earlier in the day now…before the evening chill sets in. I’m not one for walking in the darkness…even on our quite laneway. From now on more time will be spent indoors. The intense activity of the Summer is past and the larder is filled with the fruits of our labouring.
Walking back up the lane this handsome black Cow comes to greet us. Friendlier than the rest of the herd she even let me rub her. A small privilege that gave me such a lift.
I have often heard that Fairies have white blood because they nourish themselves by drinking milk straight from the Cow’s udder under cover of darkness. Maybe this girl will be visited tonight.
Happy Samhain!
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