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Dear friends!
Autumn has come, winter is coming... Cold time, dark time, time of rest. We need rest, all of us, we need to slow down, to stop hurrying so much, to get under blankets and sleep. So need our plants, except for those Africans that tend to live and grow in winter and rest during summer. Let us welcome, for ourselves and our plants, the slow-down time. Any living creature need rest to live.
In November the shop will be open and accepting orders but we send them next month, in December. During the rest of winter should be more or less normally open unless I will have to leave for some time.
I wish all of us a calm, warm winter rest.
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O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. “The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve, Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing, And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head. “The spirits of the air live in the smells Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.” Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat, Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
William Blake
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