To see the buds expand;
‘Tis pleasant in the summer time
To see the fruitful land;
‘Tis pleasant on a winter’s night
To sit around the blaze,
But what are joys like these, my boys,
To merry autumn days
We hail the merry autumn days,
When leaves are turning red;
Because they’re far more beautiful
Than anyone has said,
We hail the merry harvest time,
The gayest of the year;
The time of rich and bounteous crops,
Rejoicing and good cheer.
Born Charles John Huffam Dickens
February 7th,1812 - June 9th, 1870
Dedicating this post to all our farmers, and to those who work very hard trying to keep the supply chain going.
