In Autumn, the Smell of Food is Different

"To Autumn" by 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."

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Autumn isn't just a time when things die, turn brown, and fall to the ground. It creates the conditions for growth to return in the spring. From nature's point of view, fruit is the mechanism for planting new seeds.

And when autumn rushes in, I can smell a pleasant scent of the season.

Keats gave us a little imaginative trip into the next spring and summer, where the bees take advantage of the flowers, which began as small seeds in autumn.
In contrast to humans, who can understand the past, present and future, bees only know their task for the present. The bees believe that summer will never end and that the flowers will always bloom. Maybe that's the secret for them to live in the moment.