The first day of September is significant and contradictory; schools and universities start their new years just as as the natural world starts to decay and die. I hope that I can learn something new, at the same time knowing that there are so many things I shall never understand, and the older I get, the less time there is. Though it is still hot, the solstice comes two-thirds of the way through the month. I shall go to Piddinghoe and buy quinces.