I love the end of summer.
It always seems as if there are a handful of rosa rugosas that have enough “oomph!” at the end of the season to put out juuuust a few more blossoms.
Some people just “get through” the cloudy days…
As they await the next sunny one.
I relish the cloudy days, and the magic they bring with them.
When colors seem more intense, yet at the same time softer, almost dreamlike.
Even among the birds, ordinarily so full of a million things to chatter about.
Something akin to a secret.
The rosa rugosas, our beach roses here on the Cape…