Season's End

.. the latter days of the harvest ..

A time to gather

the last fruits of the garden,

Indian Summer

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There is something so golden, so warming about an Indian summer. The season being stretched like elastic to last that much longer and to have the effect of a shorter winter. You reminded me of school and harvest festival. We all took produce to school which was distributed to needy people. One of my favourite hymns, 'we plough the fields abd scatter the good seed on the land'. Thank you for taking me back on time and rewarding me withoveky memories. Thank you Watercress.

Chris

[Remanence]

Dear Chris, You tell a story like no other and it so enjoyable to read that I almost forget that it is a review of my work as well!
I thank you so much for your encouragement and for the positive effect that your truly exceptional presence as a writer and mentor has upon myself and others.
I too have pleasant memories of past Indian Summers when we gathered hazel and hickory nuts and of those fair days in the garden. That was the only time of the growing season that the brussel sprouts were sweetened with the first frosts, along with the last of the root crops. A great time to gather veggies, fruits and one's good thoughts.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for your generous comments Watercress and for sharing your summers. Please accept my apologies for my typos which I have just spotted. That's what happens when you are responding on a small phone screen when you are only half awake :) All the very best to you.

Chris

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This was an enjoyable read. And reminded me of the times I spent with my grandmother in the garden she had. Thank you for sharing this poem.

[Remanence]

Thank you Carlos. It is good that we have folks like Chris and you to help the young of today to understand just important gardening once was to a family needs and to their generational "learning and teaching" relationships.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you for the kind words. Chris has such a talent conveying the things that are nature. Gardens to me reflect Tradition. It taps within us our nurturing and loving nature. Both my grandmothers who are deceased had Gardens that they tended to daily. A love that they passed down to some of their children. They also worked in the fields so they knew the value of hard work and the gifts that nature provide. My mother's mother raised me mostly as a child into my early teens because both my parents worked 9 to 5 jobs and could rarely spend much time with me and my 2 brothers. She was a major influence in my writing and though I have yet to have my own garden she instilled within me an eden of storytelling. Words are my garden because of her. I so admire those who devote such love, time, and patience into the art of gardening. It is truly an education unto itself and teaches us of the world around us and how we have all bloomed from it.

[Remanence]

Splendid. Your garden blooms with fitting words and spirit. :)