With Kindest Regards…

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The humming and buzzing of pollinators has fled from our garden, leaving the dry rustling notes of August behind. Bee balm was the last flower for the butterflies and bumble bees and hummingbirds, and now it’s letting its hair down, another cycle complete, the chaos of its form still inviting. From everyone who visited it, including this photographer, our kindest regards.

Silent gratitude isn’t very much to anyone. —Gertrude Stein

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Perfect Pitch

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Music is the silence between the notes. —Claude Debussy

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Old Sheet Music texture © Brenda Clarke 2016

Firecrackers In The Garden

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Against a dark sky, all flowers look like fireworks. —G. K. Chesterton

A Real Hornet’s Nest

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Hornets build a nest every year in one of our oak trees. Before October, you’ll see the insects, but not the papery-gray globe they return to in the evenings. I sometimes stand in the yard, certain that this time, looking up into the green bursts of leaves, I’ll pick it out. And never do.

My wife found the remains of an unfinished one in the yard today; it reminds me of bark, or a weather pattern viewed from space. Sand patterns on a beach. The whorls of a fingerprint, no two alike.

 

Salad Days

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Innocence is one of the most exciting things in the world. —Eartha Kitt

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Hayride

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While the boss was in the mercantile, these good buddies partnered up for a deserved break on a long summer day.