It’s a time of life, for me, to gather things together; and things I would discard I find that I would keep. Another year past, if measured by the sowing and the reaping, though, in my case, only a few runner bean seeds were sown in my small vegetable patch; and the result, this late summer, is a few tender beans, boiled and eaten with gravy and mint sauce. Completely delicious. I pulled up the plants yesterday and took down the canes which supported them. And kept a few seeds. But I did not manage to pick any blackberries.
Another year gone. The morning light of this season of September mist is a perfect setting for Michaelmas daisies, deep blue, lilac or purple. I shall keep the few bean seeds, for next year. Maybe aspects of me which seemed ready for the compost heap have the seeds of future life and creativity.