Following my last post writing about the end of the summer, the start of Autumn has brought us some lovely warm sunny weather. The early mornings have been very seasonal with gentle mists of mellow fruitfulness and it’s been lovely walking the country lanes. Yesterday morning I was in my usual Monday daze and I couldn’t find a fleece with a pocket (not hard you would think!) so I decided to pop my front door key into the pouch of my phone case. Bad move! As I stopped on the verge to take my first picture of the day the key flipped out and landed somewhere in the verge undergrowth. In spite of groping around for several minutes in the wet grass it was nowhere to be found. Luckily Geoff was back from the school run when I got back from my walk so I could get in the house but he has now decided to change to lock on the front door which is proving a little problematic. It would seem that my early morning mobile phone photo obsession does have its draw backs 🙁
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-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,
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
