FlowerFriday6
My dearest Summer, wherefore hast thou gone,
And left me in this dreary world alone?
Thy form is here indeed --a lovely one--
But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road...
With apologies on substituting the word "Summer" in the first line to Percy Bysshe Shelley, d. 1822.
Summer is gone, leaving the lovely form of these flowers yielding their seeds to become next year's summer flowers. The bloom may be gone, but the seeds and fluff retain the look of a flower. This is the area I spent warm and happy times taking photos of butterflies in summer and fall.
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