I love the pageantry of late summer blooms. They seem prouder, taller and more stalwart…and I swear they speak. Whispering to me this morning:
Good day! A reminder – we won’t be around again for many months
Oh, how we appreciate your gaze; your smile when your eyes rest on us
Even when you’re in a rush…
Our purpose was always to encourage the pause
We’ve been here for you all along
Nature speaks. This morning, in a whisper. A reminder to me. Slow down on this beautiful day.
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