Autumn in OakenShield
Last Sunday the clock moved an hour back; that's it really.... winter is inevitable
We saw the last of this year's gloriously long and exceptionally beautiful summer days and the arrival of cooler autumn temperatures.
It's been a gentle autumn so far....
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-eaves 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.
by John Keats