Autumn

We go for a lovely drive today, taking the camera along

I am not expecting to see so many colourful signs of fall until October, but through a rain spattered windshield and the occasional bit of sunshine Charles and I drive along the Cawston Bench, and then down the back roads around by Ginty's Pond, and he is so patient about stopping and so sharp-eyed about seeing things that I miss, that we ended up snapping almost two hundred pictures.

Here are a few........ other pictures of a wild unsettled sky I have posted 

at Similkameen Skies.

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained

With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit

Beneath my shady roof;  there thou may'st rest,

And tune they jully voice to my fresh pipe;

And all the daughters of the year shall dance!

Sing now the lust song of fruit and flowers.

William Blake, To Autumn, 1783

Seasons 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.

John Keats, To Autumn