I know fall is coming. The vegetable vines are withering away. The tomatoes are thick-skinned and pulpy. But after the rain, a fresh, final smattering of roses appeared.
And the phlox is just as robust as ever.
The Morning Glories are seizing their moment in the sun, piggy-backing along the arching branches of the Zephrine Drouhin rose bush.
1 comment:
Lovely photographs--especially the first one. The title of your post fits it perfectly.
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