Garden in Transition

VJflowers, photography, poetryFall, flowers, FOTD, garden, haiku, summer12 Comments

Summer’s legacy
fades – floral memories blur
Fall hues incoming.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Image from personal collection.)

12 thoughts on “Garden in Transition”

pvcann says:

October 14, 2019 at 8:27 am

I love autumn, though I’m loving our spring just as much – but autumn has wonderful tones.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 14, 2019 at 3:51 pm
  
  Both seasons have their own glories.
  
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  1. pvcann says:
    
    October 14, 2019 at 7:40 pm
    
    Sure do 🙂
    
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Sylvia Bacon www.mycolorfulexpressions.com says:

October 12, 2019 at 2:41 pm

So pretty, your colors are so vibrant!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 12, 2019 at 6:44 pm
  
  Thank you, Sylvia!
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

October 11, 2019 at 9:01 am

So lovely! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 11, 2019 at 9:37 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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sgeoil says:

October 11, 2019 at 7:45 am

The transition described so beautifully and a lovely photo!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 11, 2019 at 9:37 am
  
  Thank you
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    October 14, 2019 at 6:12 pm
    
    You are welcome!
    
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Pallavi says:

October 11, 2019 at 7:24 am

Nice. 😊

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 11, 2019 at 9:36 am
  
  Thanks
  
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