Nature dictates when it is time for a change. In the garden vibrant flowers have been replaced with woodland fruits. Boughs of the apple tree are burdened with rotting fruit that I failed to pick. The air is dank and sickly sweet and windfalls cover the ground.
Soon I will put the lawn mower away and leave the earth to rest until the following spring, but for now there is much clearing up to be done in the garden. It is time to sweep away the remnants of summer and to celebrate what is to come.