The California garden’s on the downswing, gang.
White roses pinken, and brown. Pinken is a word. We say so.
Lavender drops its little petals.
Rose campion remains vibrant, but only from a distance. Up close, gnawed and tattered.
The Unknown Shrubbery steps up to help her faltering sisters. There’s strength in numbers.
Tell no one – summer’s on the way out. Don’t worry, it’ll linger some.
But flowers are so dignified as they age. Nobody ever questions the beauty of their decay. Now is the time, in the life of flowers, to cut, to group with friends, and bring indoors. Find some judicious side-lighting.
Spectacular all the way to dormancy, if someone takes a little time with the arrangement. Have a good week, everyone.