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Landscape (UK) - - Land Scape - Rachel Hawkins Ed­i­tor

RETURNING FROM MY sum­mer hol­i­day, I feel a sense of new be­gin­nings. As we move through Septem­ber, na­ture echoes my feel­ings: the har­vest is al­ready home, and hedgerow and or­chard fruits hang heavy and ripe for pick­ing. Na­ture’s pro­vi­sions have been made for the year, and it is time for the cy­cle to be­gin once again. Rein­vig­o­rated by my break, my mind is full of plans for the com­ing months. Some are un­com­pli­cated: make chut­ney with the glut of un­ripe toma­toes au­tumn brings and take win­ter coats from their sum­mer rest and put them back to work. Other plans are more elab­o­rate: learn a new craft and make an early start on knit­ted gifts for the fes­tive sea­son. They will not all come to fruition, but that does not mat­ter. Dream­ing them up is a plea­sure in it­self. Some­thing I rel­ish is the thought of choos­ing from the pile of books on my bed­side ta­ble (there are at least eight wait­ing to be read). I do not feel pres­sured though. As the nights draw in, there will be plenty of time to lose my­self in their tales. They sit like a still life, with vary­ing weights of spine fac­ing me. I like look­ing at them, each one with its own style; some richly coloured, oth­ers with gold let­ter­ing or an il­lus­tra­tion im­ply­ing their con­tent. It is a pleas­ing ar­range­ment. But for now, as the warmth of the sum­mer lingers, and with­out need for my coat, I am drawn back out­doors. I know the books will wait for me...

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