Well it’s National Poetry day...
There really is no other choice for a poem in the Gardens today. Keats definitely had it right autumn is ‘conspiring…. to bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees’ and more.
For your delectation then: Colonel Vaughan apples (1600) and Keats’ poem 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.