This time of year there is still much to see, but far less to be inspired by. Hidden structures become visible. Without them life would not be the same. I think of the twine that supported a wall of sweet peas in the garden, but now catches the wind, sags and looks abandoned and forlorn. But without the twine there would be no future wall of sweet peas. We see dirt and rocks where before we saw layers of green and areas strewn with flowers. Things that buoyed the emotions and stimulated the imagination. While here we have only pipes and valves among concrete, dead leaves and dirt. This is what we are left with.