Beacon Hill Woods, Somerset. 

 It was one of those melancholic crisp autumn  mornings when I was clearing the garden in readiness of the winter, but still warm enough to have the windows open and blast out Maddy Prior’s Year CD. 

​They say that every death brings rebirth and renewal but death and dying can be a harrowing process. Thus it was with decay in my hands and grief in my stomach from recent losses, I mournfully sensed the coming harshness of winter approaching the garden gate. As my body ages, the winter brings yet more pain and discomfort, limiting all that I might do and sends the mood spiraling into muddy walking boots.

But...let me not look at the future just yet eh? Let me look to today and all its blessings. Of love, hope and dreams. Of friendships and laughter. Of joy and possibilities. Of happy times and companionship. As we winnow the grains of the year and move towards the Harvest Moon on September 23rd, I give thanks for all the boons in my life and enjoy the garden, not for its summer splendour, but for what it is today. After all, there is no other day to truly live in but the present and I give thanks for being able to still garden, even if just a little. 
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The photograph below is of the Harvest Moon over Glastonbury Tor and by Stephen Spraggon.
Check out his website for more stunning images.