The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness is upon us — at least it is here in Oxford, where it has been raining sheets this week interspersed with spectacular rainbows and sunshine: god’s weather.
The apples in the gardens are indeed luscious and ripe. They thump sporadically to the ground. There are rosehips, red rowan berries and those transparent berries that look like they are made of red glass. Crab apples are splattered across the pavements, and the whole neighbourhood smells like cider and rotting fruit: wasps’ delight.
I hope it’s as lovely near you. To read your horoscope for the month ahead, click here.