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 ease. I breathe. I wonder.