Is it the great circle of being? The never-ending cycle of life? The grand procession of the seasons?
I dunno, but the tulips, irises, magnolias, and now even the lilacs are pretty much done until next year. Cue the clematis and the poppies.
By the time I got outside this week, the poppies were past their best – but even their second-best is pretty fine.
Seeds lift in the breeze;
pink leather melts into green.
A start and an end.