Each autumn, I keep putting it off and putting it off. It's inevitable but I just can't seem to get myself the spirit to do till now. The ritual of putting the summer, garden hoses away. This weekend, I'll turn the water off, unhook the lines of hose and stretch them up the hill to let the remnants of any water left to drain away. I'll let them sit there in the sun for a couple of hours to warm and become pliable and then slowly wrap them up and carry them to the celler, safe and sound until May. The gentle scrapping of dead leaves running across the walkway and down the driveway will be all that'll remain of this tangled scene soon. Requiem.