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To Autumn.

The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.

Although still warm, autumn is upon us. My favorite time of the year.

Me and Derek the dog walked through this amazing orchard this morning. It got us both talking (yes...the dog talks to me - but only when no one else is around), it got us talking about the joys of the season.

The nights are drawing in but the days are still warm. The leaves are on the turn. The harvest has been gathered. It's the perfect time of year to get out and about.

In the kitchen we say goodbye to the summer salads and welcome back the colours of autumn. The dark green the yellow and reds - The apples, the squashes and pumpkins and the first of the winter veg. Beautiful mushrooms, hazel nuts and berries. And the game !!

In the Westcountry the cider farms are bracing themselves for the hard work of pressing. Over the next few weeks they will be knee deep in apples everyday. Making next seasons delights. Summer has been good to us this year, so we can expect a very good vintage from our cider makers.

John Keats penned the poem "To Autumn" nearly 200 years ago to the day. I found myself reciting this to the dog as we walked through the orchard today - not sure he appreciated it though. It sums up the season to perfection.

Here is the first stanza...

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.
Here's to Autumn. My favorite time of the year.

Stephen Post
Stephen Post


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