Yesterday I hauled 1 1/2 tonnes of firewood up to the woodshed with a hope that one day it might be cold enough to use it!
Here is a lovely poem to end October with. Let's get our imaginations working and pretend...
October
O
 hushed October morning mild,
Thy
 leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s
 wind, if it be wild,
Should
 waste them all.
The
 crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow
 they may form and go.
O
 hushed October morning mild,
Begin
 the hours of this day slow.
Make
 the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts
 not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile
 us in the way you know.
Release
 one leaf at break of day;
At
 noon release another leaf;
One
 from our trees, one far away.
Retard
 the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant
 the land with amethyst.
Slow,
 slow!
For
 the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose
 leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose
 clustered fruit must else be lost—
For
 the grapes’ sake along the wall.
By
Robert Frost
 

 
