"I love the fitfull gusts" and great poets can't always spell.

Leaving my cosy nook I went out to explore the treasures of Autumn and discovered inspiration.

Haw berry tea coming right up.

I love the fitfull gusts that shakes
  The casement all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
  The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane. John Clare.


Rose hip jam anyone?






New Nature Study card