To Autumn

SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

John Keats (1795-1821)

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I have lived in the UK for most of my life, but when young I definitely had wanderlust and even ended up living in South Africa for several years which was a wonderful experience. I now look forward to a long and leisurely retirement doing what I like most - gardening, photography, walking and travelling.

33 thoughts on “To Autumn”

  1. Your photos bring to mind crab apple jelly, elderberry wine, apple and blackberry pie with custard, pumpkin pie and of course all helped down with a glass of wine…

    1. I like your thoughts PP – making me hungry now! I would like to have a crab apple tree if I have room for one as they have lovely flowers in spring as well as the little apples which birds like.

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