Late hydrangeas --
Heavy storm clouds billowing
Over my table . . .
By the mountain road,
Toadstools stand silent sentry;
Drenching rain passes . . .
Orange rosehips dangle,
Swollen fat with summer sun --
Last day of July . . .
Accept these pictures and these few words -- all the chicken talk from yesterday's post has plumb wore me out . . . and there's still the Goodweather Report to send tonight.
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