Overgrown

The garden is overgrown.

It's lush and green and groups of nettles burst through fighting for the Autumn light.

The plants are readying themselves for winter.

The seasons flow - March, June, September, December.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.

Drinking in the last of the warm days.

The borders are dirty, the colours have changed from the brightness of Summer to the muted hues of Autumn.

I love this time of year.

Just before being plunged into the harsh darkness of Winter.

To awake in the dark, to go to sleep in the dark.

I must remember to go outside during the day.

To get my energy from the Sun.

To not forget that there is a world out there.

A world we can be grateful for.

A world we can enjoy if we so choose.