The Gardens of Alcinous
Close to the gates a spacious garden lies,
From storms defended, and inclement skies;
Four acres was the allotted space of ground,
Fenced with a green enclosure all around.
Tall thriving trees confessed the fruitful mould;
The redening apple ripens here to gold,
Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows,
With deeper red the full pomegranate glows,
Then branch here bends beneath the weighty pear,
And verdant olives flourish round the year.
  The balmy spirit of the western gale
Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail;
Each dropping pear a following pear supplies,
On apples apples, figs on figs arise:
The same mild season gives the blooms to blow,
The buds to harden, and the friuts to grow.
  Here ordered vines in equal ranks appear
With all the united labours of the year;
Some to unload the fertile branches run,
Some dry the blackening clusters in the sun,
Others to tread the liquid harvest join,
The groaning presses foam with floods of wine.
Here are the vines in early flower described,
Here grapes discoloured on the sunny side,
And there in autumn's richest purple dyed.
  Beds of all various herbs, forever green,
In beaueous order terminate the scene.
  Two plenteous fountains the whole prospect crowned;
This through the gardens leads its streams around,
Visits each plant, and waters all the ground;
While that in pipes beneath the palace flows,
And thence its current on the town bestows;
To various use their various streams they bring,
The people one, and one supplies the King.

by Homer
Autumn leaves float quietly down
And form a carpet on the ground.
But when those leaves are stepped
upon, Listen for the crackling sound.
How to destroy onion smells.
Dampen hands and rub bicarbonate of soda over them.
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