There’s an Irish expression that where there’s muck there’s money.
The last week has seen the return of muck to these parts but we are still waiting to see the money. Crops have been harvested, grass growth is slowing, the clocks went back last night, rain is falling heavily and the local pot holes are filling up to the brim with water. But still, no money!!
These photos were taken at the very crack of dawn through a hazy light. The heat was rising off the cattle and the promise of a glowing October day lifted our spirits. There have been tougher times I know, but we are yearning for a bit of respite from doom and gloom, and we are all dreaming up schemes to help us keep the show on the road……..
There’s no shortage of muck, but how can we turn it to gold!!!
Enjoying is looking ahead, so we have to be patient. Now the muck on the land, is new growth next spring and a good harvest (money) next year. I love your pictures of nature and the cows looking at you, just wonderful………..
You need an alchemist for that. But I'll settle for the alchemy that is your photographs … there's gold made from muck in this post 🙂
beautiful, beautiful. crossing fingers there are many pots of gold hidden amongst the muck. xo
Calling all Rumplestiltskins! Lovely morning light you've captured!
Hope you find it soon.
Love the expression (and the early morning images). Perfect!
We must be getting your rain/muck, Catherine, plus a LOT of wind today. Astrid even drove to work earlier than usual this morning, in case of falling branches, etc. (sigh) Does money grow on trees? 🙂
Lovely, lovely images, as always!
Lovely cows. I had a restless night listening to the wind and rain but thankfully minimal damage this morning (Monday). I think I will stay inside in the dry for a while. Can I join your group for finding money please? My pot is running dangerously low. Philippa xx
I come from Lancashire and the expression was. Where there's muck there's brass. You 'll just have to do with those photographs which are gold themselves.
I can feel the dampness in these captures…sending you big virtual hugs!
Where I come from, a land of heat, drought, and often brutally barren skies, there are a lot of farmers and ranchers who would see your muck as money. They'd gratefully trade dust for mud. No matter your perspective – these photos are gold.
I feel as though you've transported me to another time and place. The way you see the world is already alchemy. It is gold you've given.
Like Rumplestiltsken, ask for three nights for an answer before you fall asleep – and perhaps that muck will transform to gold.
I think we need a few rainbows to help with the gray days that bring the muck. Lovely pictures of the muck and golden light. Perhpas that is where the gold starts with the light.
Lovely pastoral photos, until I reach the last one … to me that has a 'something's got to change' feel about it…
Lovely!
"There's no shortage of muck, but how can we turn it to gold"
We can't. This country is saddled with a government in which the sole life-experience of its three leading members has been as teachers and then career politicians. Their lack of business experience, sycophantic attitude towards the troika, and collusion with the bankers is frightening. Sadly there are no answers, although three well directed thunder-bolts might help if it happens soon.
Sorry for the rant Catherine – pics are lovely though!