Berry Symphony Seasons - Rose Hip

Two years ago, I decided to take a series of photographs that show the stages of ripening berries and other fruits in one year.

Unfortunately, I sometimes tend to forget something, to pass by, or to be puzzled by other ideas, as a result, for the first year of my stay in Steemit, I could not do this.

Today, I have such an opportunity.

My archive of photographs has replenished with new works, and, I am ready to write a small symphony of the Seasons, where, beautiful notes of rosehip will become notes.

February is not over yet, so I’ll start from today.

But, for starters, a few words about this beautiful plant.

Rosehip is a relative of roses, their wild form.

In Moldova, and in Ukraine, where I lived, it can be found everywhere.

Moldovan hills very often become impassable due to the fact that these shrubs have grown very abundantly.

Rosehip berries, this is a vitamin bomb, in which, a very powerful, vitamin composition.

These berries, I often brew like tea, simply, pouring them boiling water and letting them insist.

Previously, these berries were actively picked by people, but, two years ago, in Moldova, a ban on the collection of rose hips was announced, and the hills are covered with a red carpet all year round.

So, February, the first notes are like crystals of snow, they are cold, but they are beautiful, like the berry itself.

In a few days, Spring will come, the old berries will fall off, new buds will appear in their place.

They will bloom, and will turn into beautiful, fragrant flowers that bees really like.

Rosehip flowers, I am one of the first melliferous plants to give their nectar to bees and people.

These flowers will delight our eyes, all spring.

With the onset of summer, the petals will fall away, in their place there will be berries that gradually begin to acquire their own red color. This is a slow and wonderful process.

The hot summer ended, autumn, began to recapture its territory. Dewdrops began to adorn the beautiful berries of rose hips, which, already beautiful, and gained their bright, red color.

Late autumn, the first frosts barely touched the rose hips, left on them, grains of hoarfrost.

Again, winter, again a blizzard, again, a white veil envelops the rose hips and begins a berry symphony from the very beginning.

This symphony has no beginning or end, but we can hear it, see it, touch it with our own hands, take a picture.

Photos taken with a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300 camera
I edited a photo in the program PhotoDirector, which I also installed on my smartphone.

Author @barski
Ukraine