John Keats called it the “Season of
mists and mellow fruitfulness” but to me it´s always been the
season of colds and chills and cough syrup and a plentiful supply of
Kleenex. In case you haven´t already guessed, we both mean autumn
but either Keats was immune to the dreaded virus or he was using poetic licence. As for me, only the first line of verse 3 rings true,
namely “Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?” I
know exactly where they are. They´re six months into the future,
that´s where, and the way I feel at present they can´t come fast
enough!
Still, all isn´t doom and gloom. At
least I´ve got my autumn blog header to cheer me up while I write
this though that open fire and cup of tea look so inviting I could
nod off in the process. But not until I´ve announced the release of
Nature Notes which, with it´s subtle greens and browns, seems to me
to reflect the more appealing side of autumn with a few glittering
little reminders of summer thrown in. The sight of it gives me hope
that once I´ve recovered from this beastly cold I may again take
pleasure from walking through the forest crunching autumn leaves
beneath my feet “While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And
touch the stubble plains with rosy hue.”
Ah. I´m beginning to feel better
already.
Here´s Nature Notes.
There will be a few freebies to go with
it once I´ve fully recovered.
Thanks for looking.
PS If you´re interested, you´ll find
Ode To Autumn here.
