S is for September and

Sweet peas twining on the bower;

Sleeping bees, Yellow Sunflower.

Stinging Nettles and Poppy heads

Seed to sow in new spring beds.

Stately Gladioli Spire,

Split logs stacked for winters fire.

September

(and Sparrow Hawk and Squirrel that prompted the poem!)

Where has this year gone?  Spring is coming in the southern hemisphere and autumn draws nearer in the north.

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