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.
Iris Bowen 
Funny, I was at a garden store yesterday and ate my first wintergreen berry, it was red and fat and delicious! As the tees are bare they reveal the truth of what’s been underneath all along, the structure of things, a time to look deeper in the nature of what is.
Very deep, dear reader. Thanks for your comment! Time to curl up and dream about spring?