“Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going, your fingers in the ground, the limit of physical exhaustion.” ― Eudora Welty
I didn’t make time to photograph the flowers blooming in the garden in recent past. I have been busy in collecting vegetable seeds and making rooms for growing more vegetables for autumn.
But here we are in August again. And though the outside temperature talks of summer, some maple leaves outside slowly start to blush, my garden is still very much in spring.
I like when living beings don’t let time walk fast.
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