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,
and wild flowers whose white saucer-like flowers have turned to beautiful pink seed heads, hanging out over the stream.
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.