I stare out of my writing room window and am immediately buoyed by this new season. Reeds shoot up ahead of me, swaying in the fresh breeze, interlaced with the ever-disappearing pink blooms of Great Willowherb. Tufts of grasses offer a brown hue and the first orange-tinged leaves are twirling gently toward the water’s surface like ballerinas pirouetting. Read more ›