Summer is slowly leaving us-- days are still warm, too warm, but I see the leaves dropping and hear the sounds of fall a certain rustle and the sharp chirp of birds. Most of my garden flowers are pink accented with purple and white and they all seem to melt into a green then disappear.
If the air held that crispness I would be so happy. My New Dawn climbing roses are giving a few last beauties to behold. The bees are clinging to the purple saliva trying to get every last bit of goodness before autumn winds blow them away.
Autumn is my favorite time and it is always so brief.
Have a PINK day!
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