These have been dark days. One of my dearest friend’s husband died on Friday, of complications after an operation for lung cancer, at the age of 55. I was at the hospital with her, watching the machinery of death move into action – the hospital extraordinarily efficient, setting aside a room for the family, the arrival of the social workers, pastor and counsellors – and my friend in shock. Such a young man.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much