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Each week someone different will be blogging. It's mostly about stuff that rocks our world as well as the flipside – the things that just don't cut it with us. We'll blog about inside and outside – inside this glorious industry where we work and outside in the real world.
It's a bit of an experiment, so go with us on this one.

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Friday, 29 October 2010

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.

I couldn't begin to match Keats for his poetry so I won't even try. But imagine how dull it would be to live in a country with no seasons? Autumn touches every one of my senses - the wonderful richness of the colours, the unbelievable sweetness of the pears scrumped from the orchard, the faint smell of woodsmoke in the air, the touch of the rough skinned russet (and when did you last see one of them in the supermarket?) and the crunch of leaves underfoot. Truly inspiring.

4 comments:

  1. I agree. The seasons are inspiring and like you I find the colours and smells very evocative. Every time I read this verse by Keats I think of the boat scene in Bridget Jones's Diary when Renee Zellweger is reciting this particular poem. Very funny.

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  2. nothing beats England in the early Autumn - something my brother misses having spent the last 20 odd years in Hong Kong!

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  3. Call me awkward but I dislike Autumn. Horrible bonfires, thousand of soggy leaves to clear up in the garden, the warning of winter, no bank holidays, dark evenings, the damp air but more significantly, the end of summer. Give me spring any day.

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