Lemon Aid

For Inspiration

Autumn Glory
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom friend of the maturing sun,
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit that round the thatch-eves run;

John Keats
Blue Remembered Hills
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

Blue remembered hills in Lockdown
Summer Splendour at Castle Fraser
Hope Springs

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