In a delicious lingering of September sunshine I enjoy a blissful moment sitting among the flower heads of my pot displays, surrounded by the hum of insect happiness. Time to review summer’s meadow making.
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September 21st and into Autumn. It would not be complete without John Keats’s Ode. True to form our garden is into some mellow fruitfulness.
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Early morning in the September garden is a treasured moment of peace. I sit among flowers that seem to laugh and sing in their joyful, playful colour. But change is on the way.
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A brief, blissful moment of late summer stillness on the South Downs brings back memories of past days walking in the silence of the Lakeland Fells.
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A Listening Heart 