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.
The final week of the summer holidays and I had hoped to get a last little bit of stitching done, but instead have been painting the house and setting up my class – oh well! At least there are the dog walks and the mornings have been lovely recently. If timed just right then the early morning mists lift just as I hit the lake – and if you are feeling peckish the blackberries are quite abundant this year.
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I know that feeling – not doing something else that’s important to grab some time stitching, very nice sentiments in the poem!
Absolutely amazing stunning photos. There is just something about a misty morning. Thank you for sharing with us. Love it.
Thank you, just love this type of morning, especially as the sun shines through the mist.
Lovely Poem.
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Blessings
Catherine
Thank you Catherine.