I can feel the end of summer approaching. As I wandered up the stream, here on the west coast, I noticed seeds forming everywhere: big clusters in the cabbage trees, lupins shaking loose their summer rattles, toi tois waving feathery fronds, flax stalks holding out charred pods where once were flaming flowers,
This morning I awoke to a tinge of coolness in the air. Nature is gathering her harvest, and I am gathering mine. I tossed another blanket on the bed and snuggled down like a seed in a pod.