Mellow fruitfulness

I met my friend Carolyn for lunch at her home on the Wirral on Tuesday. The weather had been dreadful all morning, but the sun suddenly came out, so we decided to take her very reluctant dog for a walk.

Carolyn.

Carolyn.

It turned out to be a glorious autumn afternoon. Berries and fruits were in abundance: cherries, hawthorn berries, blackberries, rose hips, crab apples, and even some wild apples which had presumably escaped from captivity. Carolyn gathered blackberries and rose hips, and we ate an apple each. They were delicious.

Autumn.
Autumn.
Apples.
Autumn fruits.
Carolyn gathering autumn fruit.

Fruits and berries notwithstanding, the weather was positively spring-like. Leaves were budding, honeybees—quite possibly Carolyn's own honeybees—were drinking nectar from blossoms, and we even saw a painted lady red admiral [thanks, Julian] butterfly sunning itself.

Red admiral.
Autumn.

It'll be snowing next week, mark my words.

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