When I was last photographing at Hartley I took a picture of the Shamrock Inn in springtime. This time the trees were delivering their bounty of fruit.
Musing:From To Autumn by John Keats
"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-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;"