A fox slinks by, the light fades, and seed is collected for next year’s gardenThe bean poles and pea sticks are still up. Ghostly, empty now of summer. Strung with fading nasturtiums, defiant of winter for few days more.I am holding on to their height and memories. Echoes of the growing season. Dialled-down reminders of what was. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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