Climbing, struggling to reach the top, which way should they twine or should I say climb?
Waiting for the warmth needed, give them some sun. Finally they bloom.
Wishing for more moisture on its roots, where is my keeper, old man? Pour......
Listening to the wind, hoping it isn't too cold. the south breezes warm their soul.
Success in spite of all the odds, so many are for and against you as you trumpet your colors in the early light.
They will yield when it is time, may the frost be slow.
They will make it one more day. On no.............. cold!
4 comments:
Very pretty !
An excellent description of the way things are for those flowers... and others, of course.
They always look their best right before that frost....and then they are gone overnight....it's always so sad compared to other flowers that are mostly faded and gone by then. I love your trellis...beautiful!
You seem inspired by the bloom of the vine! Nice verses to go along the pretty capture
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