My garden doesn’t know yet that it is supposed to be autumn. If ever there really is an autumn in this Pacific micro climate. Our autumn is more like summer than the real summer, which (as Mark Twain famously observed) can be chill indeed.
Flowers keep on budding, and blooming. Like this one. And I keep on watching, enjoying…and taking pictures.
pinecone
3 Aug 2006vivid. no more nessesary.