Last week of August. Weather is changing. Days are more unsettled. Clouds roll in. Then roll out. Light gets weird. Very weird.
Black Bacarra rose has bloomed again.I haven't seen it bloom like this for ages. Must be the fertilizer. And the hot weather we had this summer
A summer of sitting on the porch, watching the clouds roll by. Spencer knows.
Rudbekia has show up, but garden has started gong to sleep, little by little.
Spencer knows. He gets cuddles from Dale once in a while when he leaves his chair.
And of course, Cordelia. She knows the weather is changing.
Two of ours sit in the window and sniff the air. It smells different...has the hint of fall in the air. That means allergies are not far off..........ha.
Our neighbourhood cats gather for their daily meeting. Soon it will be too cold to lie on the cement.Spencer knows.
Last of the roses are blooming madly. They know.
Sleeping on pavement will be a thing of the past.And the daily meetings will be more short and sweet.Spencer knows.
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