As I watch the trees turn into glorious shades of amber, burgundy and golden brown, with a warm, glowing sun – I can’t help but feel that all is forgiven re the terrible summer (think gales, flash floods and frost).
So, to say farewell, here’s a few photo’s of the final few months of ‘summer’ in lovely West Cork.
A gentle summer breeze…
Our field turned into a pond (August, 30 minutes of rain)
Road turned into a river
Eels swimming up the road!
Driving rain (hence the floods)
Poor Bob insisted on her walk (hot bath followed)
All’s not lost: runner beans, leeks & sprouts doing well
Garlic crop: small but pungent
Meet Ozzy and Freckles – two very wild additions
How did your summer compare?
E.R.Murray 
Elizabeth,
I can definitely relate to flooded roads and rivers here in Jamaica. Your dog is a cutie, even wet.