AN OUTRAGEOUS WASTE OF TIME AND TYPE
In summer, the weeds reproach me with untamed boldness, in winter, with shriveled sadness, but in fall, their golden tangles are perfect.
See, fall makes everything beautiful, even a neglected garden.
Spun by Abigail on Monday, November 21, 2011
2 comments :
ooooooooooooooh. beautiful.
They look like tiny white lights. Mother Nature is so clever. Love the picture:-)
Much love!
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