Tag Archives: autumn

Autumn Gifts from Small Hands

I love autumn.  Our front maple tree is turning slowly to vibrant red, and the tree across the street is a blazing yellow.  The fall colors are something I missed when we lived in Ireland, and I give deep sighs of enjoyment as I drive through the community, both for the visual pleasure now and the memories of autumns past. My three children brought me gifts from nature when they were small.  The boys would pick anything they thought was unique – grass, weeds, poison ivy.  You name it, they brought it.  My daughter, however, took care to gather beauty in her small hands.  One year she brought me a bouquet of carefully chosen autumn leaves, scarlet and orange as bright as any summer flowers.  She insisted I put them in water so they wouldn’t wilt, and then was disappointed when they eventually drooped anyway, without even turn crunchy. A … Continue reading

Posted in Home & Family | Tagged , , , , |

November is an Assault on the Senses

And no, I don’t mean a riot of fall color or the scent of burning leaves.  I mean dairy cattle. Living in dairy country generally isn’t a problem.  It means that when we look out over “our” valley, we see black and white cows in the pasture, not horses.  (And I’ve learned that Freisan cows look just like Holsteins and I can’t tell the difference.)  Still a pretty picture. And I had already learned not to walk certain roads when it’s been raining.  The cows travel from pasture to barn along the roads, sometimes for 20 feet, sometimes for a few hundred.  That’s ok – the rain washes off their leavings. But sometimes there is enough room by the side of the road for the farmers to have an aisle for the cows.  They use white tape fencing to mark it off, and the strips of land used to be … Continue reading

Posted in IRELAND | Tagged , , , , , | Comments Off on November is an Assault on the Senses

Irish Fall Foliage

The brilliant emerald of the Irish pastures has gone, disappearing as October pushed on and turned to November.   Fields are still green, but even on the occasionally sunny day, they are mundane shades of green. The trees here are nothing to rival Indiana’s fall foliage. Most trees morph to a drab brown before dropping their leaves quickly.  Along rivers and across West Cork’s rolling hills, the stands of trees are filled with bare branches reaching up through green and brown.  Birch adds brief splashes of yellow, but without maples and dogwoods, the brilliant russet, gold and flaming red of home are absent. A few evergreens provide occasional rich contrast, and will be beautiful in the few frosts of a mild Irish winter. But there are surprises around the sharp turns in our narrow, winding roads.  Driving from Kinsale to Inishannon the other day on a road I usually avoid, the … Continue reading

Posted in IRELAND | Tagged , , , , | Comments Off on Irish Fall Foliage