it is here, in the countryside, enjoying the smells of September, the cooler air, the wind in the trees here in the valley grow wild, and every year it's a dozen more.
early is a struggle against nature carve out space to move, put the machines, even breathe.
But September is the month of resignation, the ones I already had cut in early June are growing back strong. I accept this invasion waiting in a couple of months, you spoil everything and I can finally see the hills around free.
The battle will resume in the spring.
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