AUTUMN

Autumn is showing itself as a season of mists and mellow fruitfulness as John Keats wrote.  Mushrooms are popping up everywhere, the apples and grapes are ripe (although the birds are getting most of those).  In the park this morning a family were gathering chestnuts, and acorns litter the grass.  Down by the river fishermen were catching herring.  Couldn’t resist these images…