“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;”

Sphere impression of the GR5 trail in the Benelux

“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 – 47. To Autumn