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Originally Posted by Livia
The trees are starting to turn in my garden. The blackthorn trees are covered in big fat sloes ready for me me to pick and make sloe gin for Christmas. My apple tree is laden with fruit and there are blackberries everywhere.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. Keats. What a dude.
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Keats didn't have to put up with baubles in Sainsbury's in September though