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.
Give me the pumpkins, please!
OK. There are plenty to go around… how do you prefer yours? Boiled, roasted, stuffed, made into a pie?
Roasted, definitely. Thank you.
My favourite way too 🙂
Autumn is a wonderfully colourful time, isn’t it? Great photos to go with the poem.
Thanks Elaine, the early morning mists we get here over the river brought this poem to mind and then I went hunting for some fruit! Shame I didn’t find any hazel shells.
Rich colours on those pumpkins, Jude. Delightful!
Regards as always, Pete. x
National Trust walled garden produce. Some real beauties and I love squash.
Very colourful, and a nice Autumnal haul. Is this your garden?
My ‘garden’ is about 5m x 1m and has no soil 😦 No the apples are from an orchard down the road (cider country), the vine and the squash from National Trust gardens – a lot of them grow their own produce now which is good, the rest from the hedgerow.
A fine gathering in of summer bounty, Jude. I love this time of year. And especially when we have some SUN.
I am LOVING the sun!!
Love the poem, and your images are really gorgeous.
I didn’t realise that Keats died so young. 😦
He died a horrible death. TB was the cause of many deaths then. And in fact still is in poorer countries.
Just been reading about him and his family. Tragic story.
Yes, for an English Romantic poet he didn’t have such a romantic life did he? The things so-called medical experts did then beggars belief.
Absolutely tragic.
The pumpkins look so tempting! Actually I just ate a slice of pumpkin cake made by a colleague – what a lovely poem and great images 🙂
I quite like pumpkin pie; I guess cake must be similar to carrot cake?
‘Warm days will never cease’… I’m clinging to that line 🙂 Pumpkin soup at yours, Jude?
I confess. I don’t actually buy pumpkins (too big for two of us); I prefer butternut. I do make a couple of good BNS soups. Maybe in a couple of months?
Being distracted by Great British Bake Off! Dunno why I’m watching- I can’t cook! 😦
Nature’s bountiful larder 😀
Hooray for pumpkins and beautiful leaves, boo to rain, cold and fog! The National Trust gardens are always great for photos aren’t they? I’m still not ready for autumn, at the beach last night until the beautiful sun fell over the horizon.
Fog only just burnt off here today so now I am off out to buy some bread 🙂