Pink Mums

VJ Knutsonblogging, challenge, flowers, photography, poetry#FOTD, autumn, haiku, mums, photo14 Comments

Misinformed, green fails
to fade to brown, clings to pink,
conspires against Fall.

(For Cee’s FOTD)

14 thoughts on “Pink Mums”

Somewhere Sea says:

November 17, 2018 at 9:29 am

Lovely pink!!

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Dorinda Duclos says:

November 17, 2018 at 4:29 am

I hope it continues to do so. Beautiful flowers!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 17, 2018 at 4:29 am
  
  Thanks.
  
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Prior... says:

November 17, 2018 at 4:27 am

I like the green to the side – cool photo

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 17, 2018 at 4:29 am
  
  Wild for this time of year. thanks.
  
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  1. Prior... says:
    
    November 17, 2018 at 4:43 am
    
    I know ! But I like it –
    
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jazzytower says:

November 17, 2018 at 3:34 am

Around here too! Till yesterday when we had a snow storm. The mums are still holding on though. Very nice.

Pat

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 17, 2018 at 3:36 am
  
  Such strange weather isn’t it? We had a snow storm today and yet there are trees with bright leaves still. Odd.
  
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  1. jazzytower says:
    
    November 17, 2018 at 3:40 am
    
    Yeap, very strange indeed. Mother nature adjusting to all the changes on the planet.
    
    Pat
    
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sgeoil says:

November 16, 2018 at 10:48 pm

they look like powder puffs!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 17, 2018 at 3:12 am
  
  They do!
  
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  1. Prior... says:
    
    November 17, 2018 at 4:27 am
    
    I agree – making three!
    
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Cee Neuner says:

November 16, 2018 at 10:22 pm

Beautiful mum photo. 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 17, 2018 at 3:11 am
  
  Thanks, Cee.
  
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