And so - I thought - this is what it looks like from another point of view. This is what it looks like when I stop to look and seek and see with fresh eyes anew.
The last remains of this past season's summer flower.
A little sad. A lot happy.
She reminded me of my mother's garden. Somehow - she must have found her way into mine.
Simple and elegant and sweet.
Soft and strong.
An early-autumn day. A beauty.
