“Yes I’ll sit with you and talk, let your eyes relive again.
I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same.
And Magdalena plays the organ, plays it just for you.
Your choral lamp that burns so low, when you are passing through.
And the future you’re giving me holds nothing for a gun.
I’ve no wish to be living sixty years on.”
Flowers.
Marigolds, petunias, daisies, and dahlias… oh my!
Thank you for sharing these beautiful pictures. Outstanding colors!
Thanks!