I’ve always been a fiend for summer – as I have made abundantly clear on this blog, time and time again. Few things delight me more than flashy, extravagant displays of fully developed flowers in all of their glory, or of dense green foliage covering every tree in sight: drinking in the abundant offerings of light and heat that we all get to enjoy when the sun is ruling the skies.
However, as the clocks change over to winter time in my little corner of the world, I’ve been making an effort to appreciate the more subtle beauties of late autumn. As the season gradually advances into winter, I’m trying to be mindful of the fact that the rapid withering of the summer flowers I have loved so much is a very necessary part of this planet’s life-sustaining cycle.
This withering process took hold very suddenly in the rose garden of my much-loved Botanic Gardens. A handful of sturdy flowers are still clinging to life there at the moment.
Elsewhere, I have been thrilled to spot some truly breathtaking shades of green, yellow, orange, brown and red. I must admit that when it comes to the sheer range of colours to be seen on the trees, summer has nothing on autumn.
A recent trip I took to County Wexford was marked by blistering winds and a sudden drop in temperatures … but also some stunning, clear blue skies.
I know I look very serious and concerned in this picture. I’m just squinting because I was facing the sun. 😉
Speaking of the sun … while standing near Carnsore Point, I managed to take this glorious picture of it setting over the Irish Sea on Saturday October 27th – the last evening of summer time. The following evening, of course, the sun went down an hour earlier … and despite my earlier resolutions to cultivate a deeper appreciation of the year’s life-giving cycles, and to start loving the colder months just as much as the warmer ones, my heart did break just a little bit. I’ll miss the comforting warmth of summer, but I know that it will come around again.