The cat and I sat together watching the sunlight move across the grey flag stones. Green vines bob and sway on the metal frame of the pergola. Autumn is nearly with us, so this is one last hurrah to warmth from the sun.
Rain has brought new colour to the garden, roses are freshly polished and there is a clarity to the air that speaks of the ripening harvest. Somewhere on the breeze I hear Evelyna’s voice whisper: your time is almost over. The cat purrs in agreement.