Poetry Mondays.

Poetry Mondays.

To Autumn by John Keats. 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 [...]

A New Season Begins…

Over the past few days, as Septembers goes on, I have definitely noticed a change in the air. The nights are drawing in and are getting cooler (the  cold air is starting to catch the back of my throat). The world of Instagram has been transformed into squares of russet colours, chunky knitted knee high [...]