This August, I'm amazed how many mountain ash, or rowan, berries I am seeing everywhere we go, so beautiful, and a reminder that Autumn is only just round the corner!
They thought me, once, a magic tree
Of wondrous lucky charm,
And at the door they planted me
To keep the house from harm.
They have no fear of witchcraft now,
Yet here I am today;
I've hung the berries from the bough
And merrily I say:
"Come all you blackbirds, bring your wives,
Your sons and daughters, too;
The finest banquet of your lives
Is here prepared for you."