In the East Neuk, seasons don’t ease in. They barge through the door—one day strawberries, the next, plums. This week, September arrived overnight. I used to think change should be graceful. But nature doesn’t glide—she turns. Abruptly. Decisively…
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In the East Neuk, seasons don’t ease in. They barge through the door—one day strawberries, the next, plums. This week, September arrived overnight. I used to think change should be graceful. But nature doesn’t glide—she turns. Abruptly. Decisively…