Some autumns come with rain and wind and then blow themselves straight into winter. Some come gently and summer seems to linger in them and the words of Keat’s “Ode to Autumn” echo in the mind.
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“Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-evesrun;
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……,”
This is definitely a Keatsian autumn and the garden looks more lovely than it has for weeks. The cosmos are absurdly tall and pink, the blanket flowers are sturdy and bright, marigolds are fizzing with orange and morning glory is spilling purple flowers over the dark hedge.
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The Dahlias are still extraordinary and a bowl of scented petunias has flowered for four months straight on the garden table.
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The willow tree is white with mildew and the courgettes have given up, so the decay of autumn is in the air too, but there are still wall butterflies in the day and large yellow underwing moths by night, so there is plenty to enjoy still.
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Grape pressing for sweet juice.
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