The last little, white bell fell from the yucca flower. Most the tiny buds have fallen from the crepe myrtle. The remaining few have darkened. The Fall pruning will happen soon. That's the end of the season.
This Summer was rough on me. I barely noticed most the things that normally make me smile. I'm not happy with that. There's so little left in my life that I really enjoy, I get angry with myself when things slip by me.
Enjoy the little things. That's all some of us really ever have.
I hope the red birds get here soon.
Cya...
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