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Summer is almost gone, at least if you look at the calendar, but we know better. The garden will keep bubbling it's bounty onto my counters, demanding to be used in some meaningful way. Though sometimes, it doesn't quite make it off the counter in time. Oh well.
The grass will continue to grow, as will the weed, and crabgrass between the bricks in my sidewalk.
September feels like it should be almost time off for good behavior, of a summer well planted, groomed and fertilized. Not so.
The flowers will continue to bloom, and here you will get no umbrage from me. Though the roses are long gone, the dahlias, shine forth, making my mornings glisten with dew on the petals. Cosmos, zinnias, phlox, daisy and even a few straggling gladiolas, are bursting forth with glee.
There is one hydrangea by the drive, that has constantly made my day by proving me right, in making the poor plant move to this sunnier location. Now that is validation one doesn't often receive.
Making a risky move, with the hope of making something better out of the mistake made, while one was too young to know better.
