The Pleides have run through the night skies.
The hawk cries as he criss-crosses the morning sky.
Cicadas open for business with choral practice
for telling temperatures.
August Aubade.
The garden is winding down in many tell-tale ways.
Chinese lanterns give the weeds an orange-y glow.
Annabelles turn green for picking and drying.
Daylily scapes dry hollow.
Reblooming iris join milkweed in setting bud.
The garden has a different feel and sound.
I like it.
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5 comments:
Pretty foxglove!
thanks! ....It's nuts how much we love our own gardens, isn't it?! All these plants are like our babies! ...if only those rascally bunnies would leave them alone. J
Jane,
Great to meet you yesterday as one of our great panels of judges. I look forward to reading more. LOL
Hi Jane,
Have you finished splitting wood? :-) Looks like the great weather is about to get a little wet! It was nice while it lasted. Have a happy Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving, Jane!
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