Ode 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-eaves run;

to bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells

...

Ode to Autumn - Keats

Again, we are close to winter, the longest season in my country. Even though we still have some sunny days, but with chilly afternoons. Today I have a new haircut, preparations for my birhday or not, I love to have new looks.

So me & my sister went for some beauty treatment, some shopping rehabilitation, food & movies, what else can a girl need?