The summer has come and gone. The days are shrinking. The gardens are collapsing back into the soil to wait for spring. Squirrels are burying maple "airplanes" for winter goodies.
A time for endings. I've been sorting through this summer's photos, re-arranging, storing, and deleting, deleting, deleting.
I found this one, forgotten in a folder of beach critters.
|Dwarf cosmos, on the way back to the car.|