Unfolding

“How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
 Because the lovely little flower is free
 Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.”

 

~ William Wordsworth 

 

  

  

 

 

 

Coneflower: Wild Swan

 

Long Gone

I spent time cleaning around the garden today, the sun warmed my face, and two special kitties were my constant companions.
We had our first hard freeze of the season a few nights earlier, and so any flowers still in bloom, had now died.
It's always a sad time viewing the empty window boxes, and flower pots, which were so full of color, a few days earlier.

The Morning Glory vines were still full of blooms, but sadly their lives were cut short.
How they made me smile each day.