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and the gardens

The seasons split at the seams: spring, summer, fall and winter. I’ve always pictured them as giant sacks filled with air and color and smell. When it’s time for one season to be over, the next season splits open and pours over the world, drowning its tired and waning predecessor with its strength.

– T. Fisher


  1. Some of my favorite words – Pick Your Own.

    No place I’d rather be than in a garden . . . these photos are a cheery start to this day with rain in the forecast. Oh those dahlias, bursting forth like August sun (some insect is eating the petals from every bud on my dahlia!).

    Beautiful, Susan.

    • Thanks, Donna. Nice to still see some blooms although they are fading now. Moving on to pumpkins and Mums.

  2. Very much like the visualisation by T. Fisher of different seasonal sacks splitting open when it’s their time.
    Beautiful pictures, and am a little envious of the choice of ‘pick your own’ flowers you seem to get. Over here it’s either sunflowers or gladioli, nothing as pretty as I detect in your pics.

    • Hello Kiki and thanks so much. These flowers wont last much longer unfortunately. I have to say that I envy you your gladioli, I really want to plant some next year.

    • Thanks, Kirstin. Had to catch the last of the blooms in our community garden.

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