14 September 2015

Ode To Autumn

Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness by John Keats 1795-1821

Seasons 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.

I love hot weather, not direct heat, I can't sit in direct sunshine but I love the feeling of surround warmth and I will mourn the passing of summer. However all seasons have their own merit and for me this poem, in its entirety, sums
up the onset of the beautiful season of autumn.  

As I walk the dogs I notice the mellow fruitfulness all around. 



I think these are rose hips

My favourites, blackberries. I shall be picking these when they are ready, for apple and blackberry pie, mmmm


  1. I'm torn Polly. I love Autumn but there still so much Summer left in me ... I might start enjoying it more it it dries up a bit, at the moment I'm struggling to get out blackberry picking because they are too wet, fingers crossed for a few dry days x

    1. Hi Sarah, yes I'm hoping there is a bit more summer left in September and maybe even an Indian summer. Once the ground dries out we're having some lovely sunny days at the moment, I hope to pick some blackberries tomorrow. Have a good weekend x


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