I can feel the end of summer approaching. As I wandered up the stream, here on the west coast, I noticed seeds forming everywhere: big clusters in the cabbage trees, lupins shaking loose their summer rattles, toi tois waving feathery fronds, flax stalks holding out charred pods where once were flaming flowers,
and wild flowers whose white saucer-like flowers have turned to beautiful pink seed heads, hanging out over the stream.
This morning I awoke to a tinge of coolness in the air. Nature is gathering her harvest, and I am gathering mine. I tossed another blanket on the bed and snuggled down like a seed in a pod.
Such a lovely catch up of beautiful posts Juliet. It was so hot at Whangamata but back in Kirikiriroa there is a distinct change in the early morning air and I can't help feeling a little gladness about it. Loved the photos of sandcastles and beach art.
Thank you Joan, and lovely to have you back as I always appreciate your comments. Yes, I welcome the coolness too, especially at night.
Juliet.. I'd be delighted for you to use my crazy doodle.. consider it yours.
It is so calming watching your summer fading so gracefully, Juliet. I love how you are capturing summer's retreat. Beautiful.
Thank you Penny; it's as if we are holding two sides of balancing scales. As my summer fades, I read of your daffodils piercing the ground as the snow melts.
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