Season of mist 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
thatched-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,
Extract from Ode to Autumn by John
Keats
This week it has been very autumnal. We
have had some deluge rain that unearthed the sunflowers in the Artful Garden so that
they were lying across the path. I managed to stake them back up again and their
sunny faces are once again shinning from up high.
I visited Croft House farm at Houghton
last Friday and they had a young orchard ladened with fruit.
Apple tree loaded with fruit |
Scrummy pears |
These lovely white geese kept waddling
away from me when I was trying to take a photo.
Waddling geese |
This begonia flower is so vibrant when
you see it from both the front and the back of the flower head.
The hedgerows are all looking dull. Many of the plants have gone to seed
and berries are now forming.
The leaves of the horse chestnut tree are very large. The horse chestnuts are just beginning to ripen.
The thistles seeds look like little ballet skirts.
I visited Penrith Cooperative store and found these lovely exhibits from a time gone by.
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