The hollyhocks wilted with the first frost, but they do live on here, on this blog. I photographed the blooms as I emptied the twenty pots on my patio and raked leaves preparing for winter. The three trees in the front yard dumped eight, compressed, bags of leaves that Randy and I hauled to the recycle place. We drove onto the lot with others to empty our bags onto a mountain of leaves two stories high.
The memories of the flaming reds and electric yellow of this years fall colors, so spectacular, made scooping leaves less of a chore. I have been so aware and appreciative of the long days of color, this soft mild air with the crisp, cool mornings extending this fall season.
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