These are lovely Judy! Mine have been gone so very long and there aren't even any leaves on the bushes and the deers are nibbing at those. (sigh) Tears - maybe crying at the thought of withering away.
Thanks for visiting - hadn't quite seen the shadow (of the top of the plant) as stars, if that is what you mean? Thank you. The lilac as your header exudes the heavy scent, by the way. It is wonderful.
One of mine was nipped last night when it dropped to 27 degrees! The pot close to the house is still okay. Always sad to say goodbye. Lovely photos.... Sherry
The cycle of birth and death in the season of the plant always reminds me about accepting our own mortality and cheering the rise of new generations. So long as we can allow the next generation a new season, there is hope.
The hibiscus is nearly done for the year.
Do you think the dewdrops look like tears?
These are lovely Judy!
ReplyDeleteMine have been gone so very long and there aren't even any leaves on the bushes and the deers are nibbing at those. (sigh)
Tears - maybe crying at the thought of withering away.
Our hibiscus have been gone for a while too. Even withering, the color is still gorgeous.
ReplyDeletewhat an intriquing color..of all the flowers I Miss from the NORTH - lilacs are #1
ReplyDeleteThe end of the line for the hibiscus? A beautiful time for change.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting - hadn't quite seen the shadow (of the top of the plant) as stars, if that is what you mean?
ReplyDeleteThank you. The lilac as your header exudes the heavy scent, by the way. It is wonderful.
One of mine was nipped last night when it dropped to 27 degrees! The pot close to the house is still okay.
ReplyDeleteAlways sad to say goodbye.
Lovely photos....
Sherry
Tears would be appropriate if this is the last of the hibiscus.
ReplyDeleteLovely and wonderful close ups.
ReplyDeleteNearly done, but still beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA lovely Hibiscus and I adore your geese in the mist.
ReplyDeleteThe cycle of birth and death in the season of the plant always reminds me about accepting our own mortality and cheering the rise of new generations. So long as we can allow the next generation a new season, there is hope.
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