The illuminating properties of light, literal and metaphorical, have always lifted people’s spirits. I can’t help but be cheered by tomatoes glowing in the sun on a windowsill where they have been put to ripen.
Soup made from freshly-picked tomatoes is also cheering – and warming, as autumn weather bites around the edges.
The autumn-fruiting raspberries are glowing so that, even in half-light, it is easy to distinguish which are the best to pick. I like that one branch has numerous fruit in various stages of development. It looks as if they will go on ripening for a while yet.
The cranberries are not only ripe but sweet-smelling as you brush past them on the path.
New plants are growing and seeds of last-chance salad greens have sprouted.
The news informs us, but it does not lift our spirits as a garden can.
My heart breaks for the people who have to flee their homes, their gardens, their animals, their life-time of effort, for an unimaginable future.