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-eves 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-brimm'd their clammy cells.
so I'm reading through this "To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells?" and I think I may be able to help! giggle.

Mature, lusty, busty, wild woman trying to siren you to come and celebrate this fabulous season! you bring the matches, I've got a bonfire ready to light. Northwest of Minneapolis! New rates and a few package choices also. Or we can sit and watch the leaves turn, NOT! haha

I more then look forward to it! Jackieblu

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