Mists and mellow fruitfulness

I love September. Perhaps it’s because I’m an academic — and therefore for me it represents the beginning of a new year. (I’ve never been able to take January seriously for that reason.) Anyway, this is what my world was like this morning. And yet by 11.30am it was like this just round the corner:

Makes me wonder if we are going to have an Indian summer?

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