Like in so many other realms of knowledge, P G Wodehouse displays great expertise in being a meteorologist as well.
Here is yet another delightful post from the inimitable Honoria Plum. Enjoy!
It is commonly understood that, far from representing a bygone age, P.G. Wodehouse created an idealised England that never really existed. Personally, I remain determined to find fragments of Wodehouse in reallife, and last October I immigrated to England in search of Plumtopia.
I arrived in time for a glorious Autumn – my favourite season. Surprisingly, Wodehouse sets only one novel in Autumn (that I can recall).
I reached out a hand from under the blankets, and rang the bell for Jeeves.
‘Good evening, Jeeves,’
‘Good morning, sir’
This surprised me.
‘Is it morning?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Are you sure? It seems very dark outside.’
‘There is a fog, sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn – season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.’
‘Season of what?’
‘Mists, sir, and mellow fruitfulness.’The Code of the Woosters (1938)
Autumn 2012 in Berskhire
After a stunning Autumn – mellow and…
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ashokbhatia 
Loved that conversation how charming indeed. Thanks Ashok.
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Thanks, Dilip.
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