Turn of the year

Sun shining, the sky bright and blue and clear like the inside of a bowl, birds singing, and a chill in the air. The first breath of autumn. It will be a while yet till the leaves change and the pumpkins are ready to harvest and the nights draw in dark and cold, but already the year is turning. I do not mind the autumn, only we have not had much of a summer this year.

I intend to savor the remaining green in the trees. In my garden the sweetcorn and pumpkins are still growing, and there are plenty of courgettes to harvest. Next month the blackberries will be in season and I can harvest those, too. The days are still long and the air, though cool, is not cold. It is only the first breath of autumn, after all.