Window Shopping

To Autumn
John Keats

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.

Can you feel it? Autumn is in the air! Okay, not really, it is freakin' 90 degrees! BUT, when it does come, won't this be so cute? I want it! Love Betsey Johnson!
Also, I am painting my piano room this peet moss green color. I can almost smell it! And I want to put this chair in my peet moss room with my black baby grand...beautiful! I just need $300 now to pay for it...