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."- John Keats, To Autumn
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Loved Keats' ode to October (which I'm obviously reading way too late, but I will remember it).Thought it especially interesting he spoke of hazelnuts (he calls them hazel shells, but I assume they are the same thing; as this is the season for them). They are a major crop in our area, but we call them filberts. Everybody everywhere else calls them hazelnuts. Nobody seems to know why, including people we know who grow them. I'd say Keats knew what he was talking about!
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