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.
To Autumn by John Keats 1795-1821
In Meteorology Autumn begins on 1st September in the Northern Hemisphere, therefore meteorologists consider autumn to be the months of September, October and November. I think the above poem by John Keats aptly describes this autumn morning here at Haremoon cottage while I and Bonnie take our early Monday morning walk to see how the garden grows. Bonnie will be one year old in a few days time.