Yesterday was the first time I’ve seen spring’s new green brightening the tired brown grass that made it through this winter’s snows. So I am finally thinking spring thoughts — but your delightful comment reminds me of the beauties of autumn. Yes, I love that season of mists and mellow fruitfulness — one of the most memorable poetic phrases ever.
So let each of us, on our opposite sides of the world, rejoice today in our appropriate season!
(I’ll imagine you soon enjoying that marmalade, homemade, what a treat!!!!)
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