When Summer Leaves
I've never found the end of summer easy to cope with. I hate cold, darkness and the threat of being stuck in the snow on my way to and from work. Autumn has made me apprehensive throughout my adult life. It has brought me only a wish to hibernate until March. Even Christmas is something only to be endured because it brings with it the shortest day - a real event in my yearly calendar when all my paganism emerges. On reflection I have spent half of my life (all the autumns and winters) waiting for the other half to kick in. Something of a waste really is the immediate reaction to this. Now it is October my garden looks a mess. I have a really huge tree overhanging my garden. It's not mine so I can't do anything with it. I think it might be a lime as it drops lots of fluff in June. Now it is shaking off thousands (no exaggeration, you should see the size) of leaves onto my garden. They are all over the lawn, the plot and the patio. They float in my wildlife watering sta