Into fall, even as the flowers fade, they remain beautiful.
Another of the many beauties from the garden of our house at the time. Summer is ending, and the petals begin to wither, but their colors remain to the very end.
Isn’t this a wondrous plant? It almost seems like a graceful curtsey.
One of the many astonishing flowers that grew in our garden. I miss our house there, looking over the moors to the front, and this wonderful flora behind.
The wondrous heather of the Yorkshire moors.
The Yorkshire moors where we lived at the time are famous for the heather that blooms in late summer. This is one of my favorite spots; I have no idea what this tower is or why it’s there, but it certainly inspires the imagination.
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