So long summer…

22 Sep


Today is the autumnal equinox and the time has come to say goodbye once again to the heat of summer and welcome the (hopefully) balmy days of autumn.

Pagans celebrate the the festival of Mabon tonight, a feast to mark the change of seasons and a chance to give thanks for the bounty of nature.


The name probably originated with the myth of Mabon ap Modron, a follower of King Arthur from Cornwall who was rescued from kidnapping and imprisonment by Arthur and his Knights so he could help locate a legendary hunting dog.
Apparently they quizzed all the forest animals in order to ascertain where he was being held and interestingly, Arthur and his men were supposedly transported to Mabon’s prison in Gloucester by a giant salmon, although what any of this has to do with the coming of autumn is beyond me.

We have our own personal Mabon animal staying with us from today. Roo, a sprightly, good natured eleven year old collie, who we occasionally care for when her humans are away, is lodging with us for three weeks.


It’s good to have a dog around the place again and it was as good an excuse as any to go for a stroll and snap a few shots of the first autumnal signs in the countryside, including the huge swathes of maize in the fields and the splashes of bright berries in the hedgerows.










To finish, I’d like to share one of the poems that actually stuck with me from school, John Keats‘ “Ode To Autumn”, along with another schooldays favourite, and somehow just as appropriate, Jean Michel Jarre’s beautiful album “Equinox”.


Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 
close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; 
Conspiring with him how to load and bless 
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; 
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; 
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells 
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, 
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;
For Summer has o’erbrimm’d their clammy cells.   
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad
may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;  
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, 
Drowsed with the fume of poppies,
while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flower;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; 
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, 
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.   
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? 
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day  
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; 
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn 
Among the river-sallows, borne aloft 
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; 
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;  
Hedge-crickets sing;
and now with treble soft 
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; 
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.  



Posted by on September 22, 2013 in Etymology, Personal anecdote, Photography


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10 responses to “So long summer…

  1. flmabon

    September 22, 2013 at 19:48

    Wonderful tribute!

    • dalecooper57

      September 22, 2013 at 20:24

      Thanks Bonnie, it can be a beautiful time of year, fingers crossed.

  2. Ron

    September 23, 2013 at 02:30

    Dale, I loved this post because I am someone (as you already know) who loves this time of the year! It’s the time, right now, as we feel that gradual shift into another season.

    I am so looking forward to all the leaves changing color; going from green to bright orange, yellow, and red!

    Great photos too! I especially like the one of the corn field.

    And Roo is adorable!

    Happy Fall, buddy!

    • dalecooper57

      September 24, 2013 at 05:31

      Cheers Ron. Elaine is also a big autumn fan and has always wanted to go to New England to see the trees in their fall colours.

  3. Janene

    September 23, 2013 at 17:08

    Being transported by a giant salmon? That’s an interesting way to travel. 🙂 And Roo is absolutely precious. Loved the photos and the Yeat’s poem, too. Happy autumnal equinox!

    • dalecooper57

      September 24, 2013 at 09:14

      Yes, the whole journey sounds slightly peculiar, fish included. The Keats poem was one that seemed to resonate with me at school, along with Ode To A Nightingale. Happy equinox to you too

  4. kirpa9

    September 27, 2013 at 14:59

    Thanks for sharing such lovely examples and helping me to see the possibilities!

    • dalecooper57

      September 27, 2013 at 15:06

      My pleasure. Thank you for following Diary of an Internet Nobody.

  5. jerseylil

    September 29, 2013 at 08:06

    Dale, Roo is adorable and what a sweet face! I am partial to collies, my late Roscoe was a collie-mix. Having a dog around is always a perfect excuse for a stroll. Nice photos! Really enjoyed the Keats poem, and listening to Jean Michel Jarre’s Equinoxe. Interesting history on the origin of the autumn equinox name. Autumn is a lovely season.

    • dalecooper57

      September 29, 2013 at 08:40

      Yes, Roo is lovely. Karla had some collie in her too, it’s a good breed for temperament.


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