Long summer days have grown weary, dawn climbs over the hill a little later each day and ends his journey earlier in shades of reds and gold, spilling from grey skies, over the purple sea. The low sun halos each leaf and flower in hallowed light, exposing exquisite beauty, minute detail. Leaves and petals fray as wind and weather takes its toll. Swallows return to roost early, even the bats seem less exuberant than in the first days of summer, flitting quietly through the treetops. The songbirds sing a different tune, creeping back into the garden from the surrounding woods. Grain is ripe for harvest, rippling golden in the wind, busy farmers reading the skies, racing the weather. Another harvest beckons from the hedgerows as fruits ripen and redden. Time to consider the autumn planting before the first frosts paint the garden white…

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