The Presence of Light

by Christine Breen

Hawthorn Berries by ahisgett

In the season of early November the presence of light is so intense you could touch it. Nature still glows with colour – the red berries of the hawthorn are a thousand beads brocaded onto a coat of branches. The sloe berries, tempting as fat blueberries, sprout along the razor-straight and thorny blackthorn hedgerows in the wild landscape, and fushia, a bit foolish but still pretty in pink, dangles its petals like jewels belying the season that’s upon us.

As a gardener I have trained myself to see beyond the dazzle of summer blossoms into the cycle of the seasons themselves.

Each crops its own magic.