My mom, sister and I went to Canby (home of the flock and fiber festival) for the annual dahlia festival and to peruse the fields last weekend. I think we made it down a dozen rows of one aisle of 40 acres. Yep. Forty acres.
We didn't even cover the tip of the proverbial iceberg!
I hope these sunny, warm images help console those mourning the close of summer. I'm really trying to hold in my exuberation for the fall...I can't last much longer...there are less than 18 days remaining. Don't expect miracles.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and for those celebrating it a fantastic Labor day holiday!
See you back on the flip side!
Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.