It feels like a begining, not an approaching end. Brings to mind a similar language-picture, though I’m not sure about the last two words:
[You, Autumn] set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Wow! Beautiful.
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Bright and beautiful!
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Such bright happy colors!
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Love the pretty colors.
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Love purple coneflowers!
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We need a ‘stay of execution!’ 😉
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It feels like a begining, not an approaching end. Brings to mind a similar language-picture, though I’m not sure about the last two words:
[You, Autumn] set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
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It does – the beginning of a most glorious time. I’m always amazed at September’s abundance. Love that language-picture! Thanks Albert.
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A good one
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nice
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Us too. Summer goes too fast 🙂
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Beautiful!
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thanks!
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To be so adorned!…
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