AUTUMN always has been my favourite time of year - from being a really small child.
It's just everything - the light, the smells and the colour. Everything is softer and kinder. I really don't like very hot weather and Autumn comes as a wonderful balm.
I learned this at 8 years old and every year it rushes back into the forefront of my mind:



To Autumn

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.

John Keats. 1795–1821


Lynne