The Van Dusen's party's almost over, but those late late blossoms, the bosomy divas and sensual concubines who've had too much wine, show off their sumptuous jewels just before the frost comes to shut it all down. (The light turns Nicole Dextras's leaf letters into stained glass.)
Japanese Maples show off their highlights.
The heritage sweet peas are still pumping out their glorious perfume.
The Stink Iris puts on a burlesque act.
Sedum proves irresistible to the 2 o'clock bees.
Dahilias and amaranth--spiky and bloody.
Hand-tinted echinacea and more of the delicate stonecrop.
I can almost deceive myself into thinking winter will not come this year, that we will enter a loop that preserves this enchanted, bejeweled time. One more day of this, and then they say the rain will begin again. A boy throws a penny into the pond and I make a wish.
The Van Dusen's party's almost over, but those late late blossoms, the bosomy divas and sensual concubines who've had too much wine, show off their sumptuous jewels just before the frost comes to shut it all down. (The light turns Nicole Dextras's leaf letters into stained glass.)
Japanese Maples show off their highlights.
The heritage sweet peas are still pumping out their glorious perfume.
The Stink Iris puts on a burlesque act.
Sedum proves irresistible to the 2 o'clock bees.
Dahilias and amaranth--spiky and bloody.
Hand-tinted echinacea and more of the delicate stonecrop.
I can almost deceive myself into thinking winter will not come this year, that we will enter a loop that preserves this enchanted, bejeweled time. One more day of this, and then they say the rain will begin again. A boy throws a penny into the pond and I make a wish.
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