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. 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.

    1. 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.

        1. 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.

    1. 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?

  1. 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.

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