This sandwiched warmth, between slices of cool morning and evening. Dry soil, not yet ready for seedlings. Clearing garden debris, making compost piles. Basking in pockets of evening sun. Flaring sunsets. Pumpkins and kumaras appearing, sweet Gala apples and packham pears, with bunches of grapes. Starting to think soup instead of salad. Inserting a top sheet under the duvet.
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