I look for the signs of autumn every year by the golden morning light and the birdsong, robins especially, for me it heralds that autumn has started . It is known as the season of mists and mellow fruitfullness, from a poem by Louis Macneice. The trees are heavy with crab apples, brambleberries,.The cupboard has bramble berry jam in it, homemade, damson chutney, and spiced apple chutney. So that in the winter we can eat a little of summer and autumns bounty..
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| The Hawthorn full of berries for the birds |
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| The trees are slowly changing colour |
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| A tiny late sunflower |
| The robin sings his autumn tune |
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