Welcome to the first day of you.
Every year I love your early warm days when you're still pretending to be summer, when I can still recline in the garden, eyelids drooping to the drone of bees.
Summer has begun to pack her bags today and is watering her garden well before she slips away. I'm sad to see her go, but I take comfort in the fact that you, Autumn, will pick up where she left off. You make lighter, her humid air. You bring new energy in your soft haze. You'll finish picking the remaining berries in time for winter's pruning and soon you'll pluck summer-curled leaves and sweep them into a pile at my feet. I love how you do that.
Welcome, Autumn.
Love from Jo X
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