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Ode to autumn

 autumn days

Holly at Decor8 asked what our favourite things about September were. While October is my favourite month for so many reasons, I think these autumn odes really cover so many of my favourite things about both months. The song ‘Autumn days’ itself is one of my favourite things about this type of year and holds so many memories for me.

Ode to autumn, 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-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed 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’erbrimmed their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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Autumn days, Estelle White

Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled
All these things I love so well

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Clouds that look like familiar faces
And a winter’s moon with frosted rings
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings.

Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.

Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.

September 3, 2009 at 14:25 Leave a comment

Back to school

bouquet of newly sharpened pencils

It’s the first week of September, and however old you are, it still feels like the new school year is about to begin. My niece started pre school today. I can’t believe she’s so big already and I feel sorry for the pre school teachers who have to try and resist her gorgeous little curls and cheeky grin.

My favourite thing about September as a child was getting new school supplies. Like Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail, I dream of bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils, a new pencil case and a retro lunchbox. When I started school I had a bright red lunchbox with Spot the Dog on it, it had a matching red thermos flask. I loved that lunchbox.

little pony lunchbox 1980s

I was planning to buy little miniature suitcases and baskets to go in the expedit bookcase in the craft studio, but I’m now fighting the urge to buy some retro 80’s lunch boxes from ebay, and maybe a Shinzi Katoh creation to go with them… 

shinzi katoh tree lunch box

September 3, 2009 at 13:59 Leave a comment





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