This is a rich time of change. The last flowers are tossed to the wind and roll across the wet grass. Autumn is quickly erased by the cold breath of winter. I stand in the twilight stillness and breathe in the last life of my past. My love, you are my garden. The roses are gone and I’m turning fresh soil. It’s time to plant broadbeans.
‘My love is a garden at twilight’, oil on canvas, 30x30cm
copyright Jeni McMillan