All the Rowan trees ( Mountain Ash) I’ve seen lately, in different parts of the country, are loaded with berries.
Gerard Manley Hopkins called this tree ‘ the bead-bonny ash’ in his famous poem we learnt at school entitled ‘Inversnaid.’
Locals shake their heads at such bounty, given the old superstition that it forecasts a hard winter.
Meanwhile Autumn moves on a pace with cooler mornings.
and burnished days.
I remember walking among glorious trees, arm in arm …
… humming old songs. Nostalgia.
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Story Twigs the Imagination! Text and photos by Meg Philp© 2016