“Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.” – Hal Borland
After the labors of summer and the earlier harvests, autumn in its declining days asks less of a man physically. As it should be, for our strength fades over time, waning like the light of days.
As the leaves turn colors and our hairs fade to grey, we reap what we have sown in the previous seasons of our lives and start to look forward to the leisure of a fire and the pleasure of family around. A time to reflect and write before turning in at the end of days as the wind turns chill.
The last harvest is near.