I took a long walk last Saturday. As I walked, I let the gentle warm breezes fill my senses. The last roses and daisies of the summer nodded their heads.
I thrilled to see skippers darting about the gardens like fairy children gathering the last of the nectar from the fading flowers.
My walk took me past one of my favorite houses. I call it, “The French House.” There were two Vespa’s parked on the front lawn. A whimsical red balloon was tied to one of them, and it made me smile.
A charming scene waited on the front porch. I pictured the small table with twinkling candle light, welcoming guests to a beautifully prepared meal.
I walked on and spied these gorgeous red peppers hanging on a fence.
By this time twilight had fallen. I hurried home full of inspiration.
The Ending of Summer
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