In the wind tangled corn field, and on the high rock above the blue sea, we played hide and seek.
Wild geese fly over head, like arrows in the sky. Swallows gather on wires. Rosehips glow red in the garden and the last of the honeysuckle cascades in a waterfall of flowers. Spiders spin last desperate webs to catch the fading flies of summer and bats fly frantic in twilight. Soon it will be time to light the first fire of autumn.
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peek a boo...
sweet kitty face...
Yes the summer's fading and the sleep-season of autumn is coming. But even cats remain kittens at heart.
Very beautiful strawcats...
Love the tangled straw. The photo of Rosie and Floss is priceless. They are definitely very much alike. I hate to admit it, but my teasing brother and cousin used to call me Flossie. At first I didn't care because I was too young and wasn't easily offended. But then the name stuck until I was almost in my teens. Oh how I hated it!
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