I took a friend out to the bach for the weekend. We enjoyed our first fires, with pine cones burning brightly.

 Weeding the garden together, and harvesting my one pumpkin.

 Walking to the beach, enjoying the freedom of open space, and the sweep of the lagoon and stream against the black sand.

 Ripples of wind on the water,

 frothing of surf

and plenty of kelp washed up on the shore. This family was taking it back to get their garden ready for the planting of garlic at winter solstice. They told us about the importance of watering the garden through the spring months of September and October, then letting it dry and shrink back a little in readiness for harvest in December. I thought of all the hanks of kelp that I’ve gathered over the years for the bach garden, but for today I let my arms swing free,

and enjoyed another warm fire in the evening, with pine cones gathered last week. We ate feijoas straight from my friend’s tree, golden delicious apples and dark red plums during the day, and in the evening a hearty dinner, sharing rich conversation about lives well lived, with many interconnections. Autumn is such a satisfying season.