Mellow Fruitfulness

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.
 
 
Nice one Keats, I couldn't have put it better myself. 
On that theme and distinctly garden related we have some of this year's tomato crop.
 


 
Our Apple tree has gone mad this year, producing at my estimate about a ton of apples. 
Most of these have rotted away. Aaah, Nature's fecundity!

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