Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness........

         ….Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
            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; - 


            From "Autumn" by John Keats

These apples are not even nearly ready for picking yet but come our Autumn……..