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.
From “To Autumn”” by John Keats
I love this time of year on the coast. Autumn colors are peaking now, on into early December. It’s the most perfect weather of the year besides March and April. Temps have been in the upper 60s and 70s with blue skies for days on end. Naturally, I get out to the parks and gardens at this tome of year especially, twice in fact over the past three days.
And I took a lot of photos. We may not have the. bright reds and oranges of maples in New England or the North Carolina mountains, which I haven’t seen in years, but we get just enough color to give us a distinct Fall season.
Here are some selected pictures from this past week: