This is July of the bountiful heat,
Month of wild roses, and berries, and wheat.
And somewhere all the wondering birds have flown;
And the brown breath of Autumn chills the flowers.
But all is bright awaiting Rowan.
For Rowan the melancholy days have come. . .
. . . to brace against wailing winds,
and naked woods,
and meadows brown and sere.
A most anticipated time of year.
In the midst of a heatwave Rowan's autumn/winter pattern book arrived.
Apologies to poets A.D. Watson, Francis Letwidge and William Cullen Bryant