fall harvest

One of my favorites, along with hazelnuts, Brussel sprouts and butternut squash.
I keep coming back to this John Keats ode,
such a mainstay to describe one of my favorite times of year.
Happy birthday, B, my birthday buddy!

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.

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