Autumn is, to my mind, a lovely time; for it has tenderness and melancholy..
All around lie the first small signs of change-the evening chill, the yellowing leaves, rodents looking around for their winter homes.
There is also a hesitation in the air, a sort of vulnerability. A sort of soft smile plays across the face of the moon...the peace and stillness of an early Autumn evening...with the deep acceptance of the coming winter.
It is good to site on the allotment and let the chile wind touch my cheek and not be afraid of what is to come.
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