Summer’s Last Breath
like Shakespeare she won’t easily give up the fight
flowers still blooming with secret scents and sirens in the night
heard by worker bees and butterflies who dance in delight
come feed and rest upon these garden delights
nature offering her precious beauty and lights
fall will come soon enough with her glorious sights
but I will not go quietly into the night!
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My garden, like a faithful companion, is holding on, though a bit tired and dry looking. Here are a few last peeks before we go to sleep for the fall and winter. Or maybe I’ll do a winter garden this year if I’m not wandering the world. 🙂
Such beauty. .
Both the poem and the garden:)
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Beautiful photos. And I like the idea of summer fighting to the last, although it’s grown cold where I am. =)
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Thank you and welcome to my blog. I appreciate you taking the time to join in the fun. We are having hints of fall, but me and my garden are resisting. Where are you that it’s grown cold already? blessings, Brad
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Thanks Angelina. I had another photo with my drooping Mexican sunflowers that are falling over and dried up, yet still producing a few bright orange blossoms that the bees love. 🙂
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I love Mexican Sunflowers!
Good for them, hanging on for that encore performance. :).
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I’m amazed that they are blooming while bent all the way to the ground with their roots exposed. 🙂
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What a metaphor. ..
To be able to continue beautifully blooming, drooping with roots exposed. Awesome! I love how nature speaks in metaphor 🙂
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LOL Agreed. Maybe I can live up to that great metaphor you noticed! 🙂
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Ha 🙂 There’s a reason it was in your garden…
Cheers!
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My garden, like a faithful companion… I could have written the same words Brad! So true 🙂 I’m sure you’re a SG – Super-Garderner 😉
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Thanks my friend. 🙂 I’m glad to be part of the SG team. XD
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Lovely, Brad! 🙂
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Thanks Neha!
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Brad, I think I’m somewhere between the 42nd and 43rd parallel, north side, and we’ve got some serious throwing in of the towel going on up here. You have to wear a hard hat in my neighborhood to protect yourself from all the hickory nuts and acorns dropping out of the sky. 🙂
Michael
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Thanks funny Michael. I’m still hot, though no AC required, and fighting mosquitos in my yard. No hard hats required, but full body suits to avoid being eaten alive. 🙂 36th parallel.
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Simply beautiful, Brad!
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Thanks Julie. 🙂
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I, too, am having mixed feelings about the coming of fall. Giving up one beauty for another 🙂
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Great way to look at it Kate. 🙂
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What beautiful garden, and sweet poem! 🙂
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Thanks Trini. Maybe a little beauty and joy was passed your way. 🙂
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Beautiful garden, beautiful poem 😉 As a native of Pennsylvania and a Floridian for the past 15 years, I can tell you that the ebb and flow of the seasons, however harsh the extremes may be, seem to be a necessity to the soul for me, almost like a biological clock. Enjoy the fall – the crispness of the autumn air, the scent and color of fallen leaves, and the transition to an eventual new beginning to all the plants in your garden 🙂
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Thanks Dave. I also enjoy the change of seasons. Fall is wonderful with the cooler temps, seemingly brighter sky, colors and interesting smells. I grew up in Virginia and find the East coast falls to be more colorful and dramatic than Arkansas, but some years we have pretty good colors. 🙂
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So serene!
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Thanks Aina. Almost as good as living in Hawaii? XD
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Thank you, Brad for these beautiful thoughts and images.
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Thanks Cynthia. This one flowed from my heart. I hate to say goodbye to the summer abundance, and yet am excited for cooler fall temps, colors, smells, etc. Life keeps reminding us to embrace change! 🙂
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