Thought for today:

‘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.’

— John Keats

#thoughtfortoday #autumn #fruitfulness #keats

I suspect you know the first line, did you know the rest?

On a lazy Autumn Sunday in the Northern Hemisphere, some wistful melancholy.

In a warm and comforting sort of way, a time for walks and harvest.

I am always fired up in Autumn, having slowed down through the summer.