The last apple

....Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
From After Apple Picking by Robert Frost


A bright sunrise led to a murky day. I have been sorting out photos and there's a new blog
Himself has been painting the shower room - we found a unopened pot of Elfin which has done the job very nicely!