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Autumn is here once more. I was up and out early this morning, driving in the Dumfriesshire countryside. There was a mist that quickly burned off as it has been a sunny day but there was definately an autumn atmoshere first thing.I parked up in the tiny village of Dalston, which represented a rural idyll so early in the morning. The sun and mist together with the gentle cooing of wood pigeons created a delightful experience.
I would have preferred a POV slightly further left but there was deep ditch that stopped me stepping that way.
The title is from a famous line in a poem by the Romantic poet John Keats:

To Autumn

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 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'er-brimm'd 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-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd 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 cyder-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 red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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  • Copyright: Bev Turner (Glint) Gold Star Critiquer/Silver Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 841 W: 23 N: 624] (2997)
  • Genre: Places
  • Medium: Color
  • Date Taken: 2008-08-23
  • Categories: Nature
  • Exposure: f/14.0, 1/100 seconds
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  • Photo Version: Original Version, Workshop
  • Date Submitted: 2008-08-23 12:51
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Points: 46
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