SEPTEMBER FRUITS. 
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! 
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; 
Conspiring with him how to load and bless 
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; 
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, 
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; 
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells 
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, 
And still more, later flowers for the bees, 
Until they think warm days will never cease, 
For Summer has o’er-brimmed their clammy cells. 
— Keats— Jo Autumn. 
All the rare days of the year are not confined to June. 
Although that is the time of the summer solstice, when 
the tide of life is nearing its flood, September has one 
of the high days of the year, the autumnal equinox, the 
day when, by Nature’s time-table, the northern hemi- 
sphere is, like a train of cars, set off on a side track to 
wait while the sun moves southward to bring the life of 
