I have been a thousand miles away--for real and true. There is much to tell, and I will, but for now there is October, the clear light it brings, and the days that disappear to dusk when I look away, when I take a breath, when I least expect.
Each leaf that shifts to gold on the maple outside my window is another blessing. We will rake them, pile them out behind the shed, let them take their sweet time to turn to magic for the borders and the raised beds. And there are bulbs for planting. I'll haul out the barrow and the heavy spade, dig troughs for crocuses and daffodils. There will be whole hills and mountains of snow between now and the next full bloom, but gardeners bank on hope, and October's sunlight gives just enough to keep me until spring.