Not terribly seasonal, and actually from a bit of work back in November. But the colors are gorgeous. As for what it is? The remains of a long abandoned plow, usually submerged in water. It was left, rather surprisingly, where it had likely been parked for years: in the outbuilding next to the dairy barn, west of the house and beneath the flank of the hill, looking out across the valley.
Acair Fearann 
There are times I wish I were a writer… there’s a story to be spun, there.