A Last Gasp

Here it is halfway through October and my garden is glorious in its last gasp.

 

Forever impatient impatiens.

 

Ditto.

 

Craving crotons.

 

 

Downright flourescent.

 

 

More of the glow.

 

 

The ivy is still creeping.

 

 

The end of one season means the beginning of another.

 

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