To Autumn, John Keats

1820

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.

Well, the  summer’s over and winter’s on the way but at least Mother Nature is giving us a spectacular autumn.

There are more species of funghi around site than I’ve ever seen before, I just wish I knew if they were edible or not!  The berries are plentiful and I’m hoping it’s not a sign that we’re in for another snowy winter.

We’ve decided to listen to Mother Nature and am already thinking about the frosty mornings and bad weather ahead so we’ve just ordered load of rock salt to grit the roads and pavements around the business park – just in case.