‘Morning Glory’. Taken in Northern Ireland, during a Misty sunrise.

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  1. Beautiful!

    Also, sorry to be this one, but in French “Morning glory” means erection when waking up xD

  2. How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob
    Listening to the barks and the howls of a dog
    Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through
    And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew.

    Oh summer is coming, oh summer is here
    The trees all they are greening the sky is bright and clear
    And the birds they are singing their fond note so true
    And the flowers they are springing in the May morning dew.

    The house I was reared in is but a stone on a stone
    And all round the garden the leaves they have grown
    And all the kind neighbours that ever I knew
    Like the white rose they have vanished in the May morning dew.

    God be with the old folks who are now dead and gone
    And likewise my brothers young Denis and John
    As they tripped through the heather the wild hare to pursue
    With their joys they are mingled with the May morning dew.

  3. Amazing, beautiful, it’s been five years since I went there last time, time always flies quickly, but the scenery is still beautiful

  4. Looks exactly as Tolkien described the road leading away from the shire, “Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world. Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea.”

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