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