One Word Photo Challenge: Scarlet


We planted the Japanese crab apple tree in the garden in 2006, not long after we moved into Sheinton Street.  Now is its season of fiery scarlet glory. Each fruit glows like a miniature lantern, brightening the gloomiest autumn day. And today is just such a day in Much Wenlock, my usual sky-view over Wenlock Edge, a blanket of grey mist. Even so, the apples glisten. I know, too, as we head into winter, we will have the pleasure of watching the blackbirds come to feed on the fruit, grey days then enlivened by their darting silhouettes foraging among the branches. Few of these tiny apples will be wasted. And then before you know it, the tree will be bursting with purple-pink buds that open in showers of pale blossom. Spring. Splendid how one thing leads to another.

copyright 2014 Tish Farrell

For more studies in scarlet, visit Jennifer at One Word Photo Challenge: Scarlet 


25 thoughts on “One Word Photo Challenge: Scarlet

  1. I always love to see the bright red crabapples, like the “lanterns” you called them. And I enjoyed how you tied them in the cycle of the seasons, food for the blackbirds (crows?) thru the winter until the delicate blossoms grace the landscape again.

    1. No not crows; our blackbirds are like song thrushes in size only black all over, the females with a brownish look, none of which will make much sense to you if you don’t have song thrushes – medium sized garden birds then. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Bihua. And yes, how lovely they would look with a touch of sparkling hoar frost, though it would make them rot more quickly! And in answer to your question, we can have quite bad frosts here, though last year we went through winter with hardly a hint of one, which was very weird.

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