Tag Archives: autumn

Boats

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Some pix from the marina. Just looking at them makes me feel relaxed.

Just Another Autumn Day in London

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The sun is still shining and I’m about to take some of my paperwork into the garden. These pix are of my neighbour’s tiny front garden which is always a riot of colour from spring through late autumn.

Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness

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I went to buy tomatoes and onions today.

My eyes grew larger than my stomach, and I came home with gorgeous English damsons, cucumbers, small and so so sweet, raspberries from Kent that are a taste of heaven, Kentish cobs (most already eaten and the shells in the compost) with their green, singular tang, corns on the cob, ready to boil or roast, beetroots with slender pink stems and crimson veined leaves. From further afield, I bought pomegranates, oranges, figs. I’d already got grapes from the garden.

Garden Grapes

I am dizzy with the prospect of eating all this bounty. My head spins with recipes, planned meals and gastronomic pleasure.

In a similar situation, Keats wrote a poem.
We can’t all be highminded.
So while I chomp, I’ll recite this in my head.
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Touch of Red

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It’s more Autumn than August. Touches of red everywhere and several yellow trees.

I do like the way the ladybirds are snuggly tucked into this plant. Or am I just anthromorphising?

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