This picture was taken in late August 2007 by my father, in the back garden. It was somewhere in my email account and I found it again recently. I decided to put it here, partially because I was a bit bored of having no picture on my blog. I think it needs something of the sort to bring some change of colours in the blog that mirrors the seasonal changes. I hope that makes sense.
I also put it here because we are in a time of harvest. I miss picking up apples from the family apple trees. Here in Brittany, I dirnk a lot of cider, so the image of apples come to my mind easily. In many ways, it is the fruit of autumn. It is also associated with the supernatural, for many reasons. I don't know when it is the right time to get apples in England, I guess it depends of the sort, but my wife and I discussed about going one weekend to pick up some directly from the trees in one of those orchards open to amateurs an wannabe gardiners. It doesn't have to be apples, but I want to take part in some kind of harvest.
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