The Last of the Flowers

I love this time of year.  The leaves are turning, and the hillsides are covered in blotches of deep green twisting into golden and brown.  Best of all, is the harvest.

My sister works at a greenhouse and has been coming home with bags and boxes full of tomatoes, beans, and potatoes.  Our table has been full of garden fresh ever since I got home from camp.  

The last bunch of plants she brought home were pleasant to a different sense than that of taste, however.  What's better than four boxes piled high with fully bloomed flowers?

As much as I love autumn, I am going to miss the flowers.  

Cheers!

-Pixy