The First of September
The evening is autumn cool and overcast.
Our garden glows green and gold. Marigolds spill over the raised beds. Pumpkins peek out from behind broad leaves. A single fat cucumber hangs heavy on the vine, long forgotten and full of seeds.
The baby and I pluck the summer's last peas from the planter. He stops to watch our neighbor mow the lawn. I lounge on the deck with Emily Carr and listen to the crickets.