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Hail, old October, bright and chill,
First freedman from the summer sun!
Spice high the bowl, and drink your fill!
Thank heaven, at last the summer's done!
Not everyone will react as positively to the end of our recent brief Indian summer as did this month's poet, though there are compensations, with autumnal colours largely replacing the faded foliage of summer.
Constable's advice about spicing high the bowl and drinking one's fill suggests that he was not so much complaining about the summer as preparing to enjoy his winter.
Two more activities to be added to the notice-board, perhaps?
Mark in the meantime has been responding to the end of summer with further grass-cutting, which will favour the growth of next year's flowers.
Progress creating a new path to the kissing-gate bewteen the two lower fields was temporarily halted by rubble in the undergrowth. This obstruction would soon yield to the combined efforts of Ian and Ken.
The bottom field remains mysteriously wet, despite the recent spell of sunshine. Could this possibly be due to old drainage patterns re-establishing themselves in response to the leaks in the dam?