Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
Remember learning John Keats' poem Ode To Autumn back in your school days? I do.
(The whole poem had to be learned perfectly by heart or Miss Winterbottom the English teacher handed out a detention. I can still remember most of it.)
Last week we had some of those delightful warm end-of-summer days that Keats wrote about.
The Canada geese are gathering at the reservoir. Some of them fly south, but many of them stay here in Ontario for the winter.
Happy October to you!