Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Sunburst

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We’ve been having a week of sunshine, wonderful; all across the valley you can hear hum of farm machinery as farmers make a snatch at a crop of winter fodder before the earth sucks the life blood back out of the grass.

Hedgerows are dripping with berries, I’ve made a few pots of bramble jelly and there’s more ‘jelly juice’ in the freezer. I’ve a recipe for rowan jelly, in one of my Hugh Fearnley -eat-it –all cook books. But I’m torn between trying to bottle some of this  vibrant blast of summer fruitfulness,

Rowan berries-2

Or Watching the birds eat the berries, you simply can’t have your berries and eat them, ‘tis a fact.

The boys have gone back to school today. A Friday, back to school on a Friday?

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

8 thoughts on “Sunburst

  1. Gorgeous photo. I was wondering through the food tags on wordpress and saw your photo. Such beautiful colours. i had to stop by and leave a comment!

  2. Nice pic, as always. What sort of flavor do rowan berries have?

    When I was a kid they used to start school back on Thursdays (if I remember correctly), presumably to lessen the shock to all involved. I think there’s been a shift toward starting earlier in the week, though.

  3. The rowan berries are striking. They look like perfect birdfood to me. Also like what we’d call mountain ash–have we had this discussion before? I am beginning to repeat myself an awful lot. Oh dear.

    I keep promising myself to become domesticated, make jam, put up tomatoes. The harvest is rolling in and my neighbors are busy busy. After one burst of canning apricots–I took a workshop, I figure it’s safe to eat them–I went back to researching Civil War veterans. We all have our gifts. Pity mine are more or less useless, but they’re mine. In my next life I will be a Well Rounded Person.

  4. hi mrs uhdd – lovely vibrant pic. my lil porridge gobbler doesn’t go back till next wed! – its been a long time, but this weather has made it a bit better – arh. 🙂

  5. Alas, we do not have rowan trees? bushes? here. But we do have a plant called a pyracantha which, although it is rather thorny, has lovely red berries.
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyracantha
    Humans daren’t eat them, but a beautiful bird called a Pyrrhuloxia adores them.
    http://www.pbase.com/dadas115/image/53899001
    Pyracantha make nice hedges, and bird friendly folk here make a point of planting stands of them as they provide an important winter food source for this and other birds.

  6. Ours went back to school a fortnight ago, on a Thursday. Friday’s a half day anyway, so it’s safe to say not much was learned that week!

  7. http://twitpic.com/2hohnl

    + twitter (Tallheath) “Friday seems an odd day for a 1st day back to school; nevertheless I am rejoicing in the return to mornings of lost shoes and missed buses. 7:47 AM Sep 3rd via web”

    Synchronicity.

  8. How pretty they are! Such a vibrant shade of red. I’d be torn too.

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