Beauty is Fleeting

Walking around the garden today I couldn't help but notice how the Summer temperatures have played havoc. The plants are starting to curl their leaves trying to protect themselves from moisture loss while the flowers are shrivelling up and dying off. The lawn is turning brown in more places than it is green and becoming increasingly prickly underfoot. In the scorching heat today I am grateful for the shade of the trees.

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying:

And this same flower that smiles to-day

To-morrow will be dying."

 

Rain, rain come again......

 

Cheers,

Lynda