When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, "He was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way"
Roy Orbison
Wild flowers are really suffering from the heat and lack of rain. In order to get a picture of fresh flowers, I had to do my all-too-frequent sneaking routine and snap a picture on a neighbor's door step. The good news is that as I write this, I hear the steady patter of a soaking rain.
This is a beautiful container of flowers -- I always LOVE yellow and purple flowers planted together.
We are getting rain, as well, and it is wonderful; every living thing surely needs a good, LONG deep drink of water.
We are getting rain, as well, and it is wonderful; every living thing surely needs a good, LONG deep drink of water.