Oh Fell. It Seems To Have Triggered...
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Signs Of Autumn
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grey squirrel has been burying his nuts in the back lawn all morning
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To Autumn
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.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies
John Keats
You have my sympathy Prudie - that is a true (arachno)phobia, and as such is often impossible to overcome. There are quite a few 'remedies' if you google it, but how many are effective and how many are old wives' tales, who knows.
I love them, they keep the dastardly fruit fly population in check, but of course that's no help to you, soz.
The conkers thing doesn't work. One of my cats just looks at them and the other is only 7 months so she hasn't met one yet. The card and glass works (if you're brave enough to do it which I'm not) except sorry everyone, I'm an expert on their dastardly deeds, you know they say stuff this I'm going straight back in.
