Dear souls, the apple season is quite full upon us and, oh my, tis a bountiful season. Why my dear guardians eat numerous apples a day but not a dent does it make in the apple mountain. Surely, dear friends, the doctor should not be calling to this little country estate. Workmen and friends arrive empty handed but n'ere leave thus for there is plenty to go round and my guardians are delighted to share. For myself, I am not over partial.
'Tis still undeniably warm, with quite balmy days, however the nights continue to draw in and darkness is upon is before eight o'clock. September really is a glorious month however and one to be enjoyed. We were most fortunate to have been visited by a most splendid Hare a few nights ago. It came so close to the house it was a hare's breadth from the terrace and sat nibbling on the luscious clover. Oh what a splendid sight to behold, quite bewitching. The slightest sound and he was gone in the blink of an eye but oh, the joyous lift to one's heart, that we had been graced with such a close encounter. In the words of one famous gentleman, "Such stuff as dreams are made of".
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