Gentle has been regularly interspersed with a certain degree of vigor and accompanied by jostling winds. The result is the first vision of a Tall Flower Meadow in decline. It is a prelude to the Goth period. Flower heads bent low, the drought induced brown hiding below and deepened in color by rain, hints at what the first frosts normally bring.
The Tall Flower Meadow has bowed down. The asters are closed for business. Sunshine is needed for a short return to the Baroque Period if possible before it is all over.
I remember last year's big bloom out as being much better. It was less pressed and put upon by circumstance. It was perkier. That was last year. This is now. There is always next year and still a chance for splendor in the meadow before it is over.
Gentle gathers mist into drops. Leaves land on top. It presses down.
I look for resistance.
Gentle pressure held long enough has an effect. It can create a meadow and it can put it to sleep.
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Oh my, can't believe it's getting that time of yr. But be glad it was gentle.
This year flew by Lola. Gentle is good. The next one could be cold.
Lucky you getting all that rain. Send some over my way. :)
Rain here. Held off till after church. Having internet problems at present.
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