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.