We dream of an autumn like the above picture this year. With blazing woods of gold, of children scuffing through piles of crunchy leaves collecting conkers. But who was St Luke?
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September 21st and into Autumn. It would not be complete without John Keats’s Ode. True to form our garden is into some mellow fruitfulness.
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The ‘songs of spring’ are long gone. Now as we watch summer’s ‘soft-dying day’ we wait to welcome autumn’s music too. The season of Michaelmas reminds us of the work of ‘angels unawares’.
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A Listening Heart 