Yellow Parasols

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Late summer huddle
anticipating Fall rain –
yellow parasols.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

17 thoughts on “Yellow Parasols”

pvcann says:

September 15, 2019 at 8:26 am

Such a joyful sight this blast of colour, lifts my soul.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 15, 2019 at 9:22 am
  
  Thanks, Paul!
  
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  1. pvcann says:
    
    September 15, 2019 at 7:42 pm
    
    Very welcome VJ
    
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oneletterup says:

September 13, 2019 at 8:26 pm

Parasols is perfect for this photo – very nice 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 13, 2019 at 8:47 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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  1. oneletterup says:
    
    September 13, 2019 at 8:50 pm
    
    You’re welcome!
    
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Keith says:

September 13, 2019 at 3:51 pm

Great analogy.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 13, 2019 at 5:19 pm
  
  Thanks Keith!
  
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Cee Neuner says:

September 13, 2019 at 11:16 am

So full of fun. 😀 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 13, 2019 at 11:42 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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matthewjrichardson says:

September 13, 2019 at 9:12 am

Cracking haiku!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 13, 2019 at 11:40 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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sgeoil says:

September 13, 2019 at 8:20 am

Love it! They do look like parasols!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 13, 2019 at 11:39 am
  
  That’s what I thought. Thanks.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    September 13, 2019 at 6:49 pm
    
    You’re welcome!
    
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awisewomansjourney says:

September 13, 2019 at 7:18 am

Lovely! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 13, 2019 at 11:39 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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