To celebrate the Harvest Moon a moon feather heralding a storm.
I've moved all the loose pots and plants in the garden into the greenhouse ready for the gale force winds tonight and tomorrow.
My son and I got the ladder and picked as many apples as we could before they fall and bruise tonight.
Likewise the fig tree stripped bare of its beautifully ripe baubles before they scattered as a sacrifice to wasps.
Pumpkins and courgettes lie low with their heads bowed in preparation.
Tonight the season turns with the gale and the moon. The leaves are in a hurry to fertilise the soil this year and put the ground to bed.
The fruits prepare to grow new trees.
And we move to the next decade since another fall...