"The air was clear and clean, and full of life. ... A consciousness of work approaching completion filled earth and air—a mood of calm expectation, as of a man who sees his end drawing nigh, and awaits the saving judgment of the father of spirits. There was no song of birds—only a crow from the yard, or the cry of a blackcock from the hill; ...The day was of the evening of the year; in the full sunshine was present the twilight and the coming night, but there was a sense of readiness on all sides. The fruits of the earth must be housed; that alone remained to be done."
What's Mine's Mine by George MacDonald
Before winding up our harvest for 2021, we had a family picnic in the garden! The old wood stove that heated our house from the basement through my high school years has been waiting in the garden for just such a night.
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