I can feel the season easing. I can feel the end in sight.

September is such a delicious month: harvest is bountiful.


I love picking the fruit.

I love picking the veg.

The push into soil, the snap of a bean.


As the temperature drops I start to cook more. It’s warm, hearty cooking.


I gather, I store.

I hoard, I dream.

I smile.


I ease. I breathe. I wonder.

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