The times are changing. I appreciate the last zinnias of the season on the kitchen table.
This afternoon snow flurries swirled in the air as I picked the last of the grape and cherry tomatoes.
The tall plant is a giant yellow hyssop, a native prairie plant.
The bit of yellow from the brown-eyed-susans. Most of those flowers are going to seed now.
A rose bud wanting just a little more summer. I choose to be in the moment of change and grateful for the beautiful summer garden coming to a close.