Turning

A lovely evening. The distant hills are clear to the sight. Acres of yellow-gold barley are lit by the westering sun. The year is turning again, towards harvest and planting,  and darkness, and the promise in my garden again, of snowdrops and  the blue windflowers  of Spring.

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