Lots of great colour but don't mention autumn I haven't got my greenhouse yet.

I want some! A very inviting image.

I hope these don't block that drain Andrea !!! This is a lovely shot and there are a lot of berries about this year.

Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream

Gorgeous Andrea, we have two lovely Rowan trees outside our window,

The fast pace must really give you the 'SH&TS'!!!!!!!!!!

Very beautiful image !!!

Great shot! Such bountiful clusters of berries! I once made wine from them in my country wine years (70's/80's)! We even had an office homemade wine competition in those days! Does anyone still do it now I wonder?

wonderful

... find a time of day, or night, and exhale... long and full, and breathe in essence of your waking life... then rest. Rain in Summer The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems 1845 How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window-pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain! The sick man from his chamber looks At the twisted brooks; He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool; His fevered brain Grows calm again, And he breathes a blessing on the rain. From the neighboring school Come the boys, With more than their wonted noise And commotion; And down the wet streets Sail their mimic fleets, Till the treacherous pool Ingulfs them in its whirling And turbulent ocean. In the country, on every side, Where far and wide, Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide, Stretches the plain, To the dry grass and the drier grain How welcome is the rain! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand; Lifting the yoke encumbered head, With their dilated nostrils spread, They silently inhale The clover-scented gale, And the vapors that arise From the well-watered and smoking soil. For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord, More than man's spoken word. Near at hand, From under the sheltering trees, The farmer sees His pastures, and his fields of grain, As they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops Of the incessant rain. He counts it as no sin That he sees therein Only his own thrift and gain. These, and far more than these, The Poet sees! He can behold Aquarius old Walking the fenceless fields of air; And from each ample fold Of the clouds about him rolled Scattering everywhere The showery rain, As the farmer scatters his grain. He can behold Things manifold That have not yet been wholly told,-- Have not been wholly sung nor said. For his thought, that never stops, Follows the water-drops Down to the graves of the dead, Down through chasms and gulfs profound, To the dreary fountain-head Of lakes and rivers under ground; And sees them, when the rain is done, On the bridge of colors seven Climbing up once more to heaven, Opposite the setting sun. Thus the Seer, With vision clear, Sees forms appear and disappear, In the perpetual round of strange, Mysterious change From birth to death, from death to birth, From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth; Till glimpses more sublime Of things, unseen before, Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe, as an immeasurable wheel Turning forevermore In the rapid and rushing river of Time. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fantastic and bright capture love your similes

You and John Keats. Luscious...

Absolutely wonderful, Andrea and I feel exactly the same as you do. Time is flying faster and faster. :-/

Ain't that the truth! LOL! Here we are, only five weeks away from leaving Washington for this year's trip. Crazy! Seems like we just got here!

You made me chuckle :o)))) A veritable feast for something, very pretty!!!

I think these berries are lovely; they're showing up here too, as well as my pyracantha berries turning orange now. Makes me think autumn is coming soon, and it won't be too soon for me! Wonderful capture!

Time sure passes by quickly Andrea. Tomorrow will be me and my wife's tenth wedding anniversary. God bless.

The Cedar Waxwings would be gobbling those up if they were over here!

Terrific capture!

The picture you posted of the berries is lovely. But, the picture you posted in my mind comparing how fast life passes by...that is epic! I suspect it will stay with me long after the beautiful berries fade from my memory. Thanks for the hearty belly laugh along with the beautiful photo.

I used to see these all the time when I was young and always wondered what they were. A very nice capture and thanks once again for the education.

LOL Andrea! Your photo is too beautiful orange for your narrative, and comparison/ S*mile. Also here, the Rowan hangs exuberant gleaming with pride.

Rowan! How fascinating! Wonderful shot! and LOL to your comment, agree wholeheartedly.