At this time of year the garden looks dead. Leaves are falling off trees, the grass is wet and all looks, well, past it. We swept up a bin full of leaves this morning, but there will be a lot more in a couple of weeks. I look forward to seeing bulbs pushing through and signs of
new life.
At first, we have to accept that things are asleep following cycles that have been the same for thousands of years.
Basically I like the seasons.
See https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44400/spring-and-fall . This poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins to me says so very much.
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