i had a sort of laid back splurginess about me today.

that feeling you may recognise when you feel quite good, and you're happy to do some chores, without it making you feel like you
won the lottery but lost the ticket.

i often get like that on sundays - it's when the stressy stuff is oozing away completely, and i feel the need for a bit of physical work.

so now i think i know what keats meant when he wrote of 'mellow fruitfulness'.
i'm sure he meant to write 'laid back splurginess' but it didn't quite scan.

also, he was writing about autumn.

and it isn't.

yet.

but if it was, i'd have been happily sweeping up leaves, very busily.