Fall is looming. Won’t be long now before brown, red, yellow and orange leaves blanket the ground like a patchwork quilt and snow flurries.
Time for one last stand.
One final day of sunny glory and beauty before the mandated curtain call.
A partners time has already come and gone. So alone the final bow occurs yet is not without ceremony.
Ah, the moment is lurking.
Standing as tall as ever.
Fully bloomed and exposed. Glorious. A story quietly trumpeted.
Then, fall. Cold. Snow.
A spring, summer and final fall moment close the book on this natural beauty.