Our seasons are not how I remember them. There seems no firm definition of spring, summer, autumn or winter. The season appear to merge, in a confusion of weather. Snow is not common in the west of Ireland and so when we do get it, it is something to enjoy.
But when snow merges with emerging spring flowers one begins to wonder.
Still it is relief to see things growing again and the colours of spring warm the soul.
And then summer and happy bees.
And autumn with ripening apples.
And then back to the strange mixing of seasons as the frost hits hard before the apples are harvested.
Inspired by this week’s Lens Artist Photo Challenge – seasonal