Magnificent Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith 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 . . .~John Keats The first line of Keats’ lovely ode To Autumn always remindsContinue reading “Magnificent Autumn”