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OF GARDENS.
In September come grapes, apples, poppies of all colours, peaches, melocotones (yellow peaches), nectarines, cornelians, wardens, quinces.
Bacon.
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Spring was o'er happy and knew not the reason, And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended; But this is the harvest and the garnering season, And the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended.
W. Morris.
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A bloom upon the apple tree when the apples are ripe Is a sure termination to somebody's life.
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September dries up wells or breaks down bridges.
Portugal.
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Many haws, many sloes, many cold toes.
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When September thirteenth falls on a Friday, the Autumn will be dry and sunny.
France.
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September fifteenth is said to be fine in six years out of seven.
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Onion skin very thin, Mild winter coming in; Onion skin thick and tough, Coming winter cold and rough.
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Set strawberries, wife, I love them for life.
Tusser.
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The barberry, respis, and gooseberry too, Look now to be planted as other things do: The gooseberry, respis, and roses all three, With strawberries under them trimly agree.
Tusser.
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