In the dappled woods, where mushrooms hide,
Elderberry clusters sway, purple pride.
Raspberry jewels, plucked from tangled vine,
And sloe berries—dark secrets, aged like wine.
Quince, oh quince, with your golden hue,
You whisper tales of orchards kissed by dew.
And apples—oh, the apples! Crisp and sweet,
Their bounty spills forth, a seasonal feat.
Fill your baskets, weave them wide,
For autumn’s gifts are our heart’s true guide.
Fresh fruit and veg, a healing refrain,
Nature’s remedy for every ache and pain.
To the foragers, the gatherers, the curious souls,
Autumn’s aisles beckon—where abundance unrolls.
From hedgerow to orchard, we roam free,
Harvest’s song echoing through every tree.
So gather, my friends, beneath the russet sky,
Where mushrooms, elderberries, and apples lie.
For ailments fade, and spirits soar,
In this season of plenty, we ask for no more.
2nd September 2024. Marcus Hazel-McGown.
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Hi I am Marcus, MM0ZIF, a licenced Radio Amateur, Doctor of Musicology, amateur weather enthusiast. I over the years have been a Amateur Radio Tutor, Examiner, and a Regional Manager for the Radio Society of Great Britain.
This site is dedicated more towards Amateur Radio and Weather, with an angle on Technology too. I also maintain https://havenswell.com/ which is my other blog which is more aimed at cooking, hobbies and life in general as well as businness and networking.
