"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Thursday, October 1, 2020
New Month
The witch hazel tree, first to bloom, is also the first to turn. But this year, other trees are following suit. Cold evenings have also tinged the maples and oaks.
In the garden, the weeds I haven't pulled are thinning and retreating on their own. Summer is giving up the ghost.
It's a new month, an autumnal month. And months matter more in this time of few markers.