O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
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I love that line "stained by the blood of the grape." That is absolutely what it looks like here in autumn. Grape blood everywhere and the lusty smell of fermenters going at full tilt.
So looking forward to autumn and Halloween. As Mr. Haunted Eve gets older the luster of the summer season wanes. Halloween is just around the corner!
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