There was one last twirl of the buds on this browned bush, lined up in the wind like a row of ballet dancers...

The vinca vines peek out through the brown leaves...
still poking its head up, greening in the sun...
The echinacea never loses it grace...
And the chimnea continues to provide warmth in these days. That and a means to joyfully clean up all the branches dropped by a 90-year old elm tree...

Like a prayer to the dying warmth of the sun, the colors of the Autumn garden seek to hold on to their fading colors, before the blanket of snow that will stay with me for several more months.
Namaste,
lotus
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