Autumn Abundance
The songbirds have returned to singing with full throttle, and their melodies fill the air from dawn to dusk. As we fold crease by crease into the mellowness of autumn, the days are still warm and the light is golden and waning. It is the sort of light saved only for seasonal shifts. The full fruition of this growing season has come; fruit, flowers and seeds – they are all here, and it feels nothing short of lavish.
The field is full of flowers still, some coming, some going, in every stage of growth and death. Shafts cut precisely through the trees at dawn, lighting up the foliage of the Amaranthus, huge now, towering over the rest of the plot, and the light is making them gleam; ‘Hot Biscuits’, a variety warm and brown, like a ginger-nut biscuit, are pure gold in this light.
