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Tag Archives: John Keats
Blackberries, damsons and the declining year
Yesterday was the first time this year that I’ve noticed it, with the lowering sun, the lengthening shadows and that sense of gentle quietness in the atmosphere. Almost as though there’s a slight, deadening filter on all sounds – the … Continue reading →
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Tagged Autumn, blackberrying, camper vans, fruit bottling, John Keats, the wonder of wild birds
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