We spent a few days in Mystic, CT last week and I was struck by the number of flower beds and boxes that still had color, although some of the blossoms and growth were past their prime.
But these chrysanthemums were glorious in their prime.
“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.” Rainer Maria Rilke
