beginning in spring and throughout the fall I measure time in flowers. It is exciting to me to see the very first crocuses early in the year, some of them so impatient to feel the sun that they push their heads up through the cold, mushy snow. Summer rushes by too fast and I am always shocked when the sunny black eyed susans and purple cone flowers are in full bloom. Can the dog day's of summer be here already? Next month the fields will be replete with the warm glow of golden rod and burgundy joe-pye-weed which will eventually succumb to a dark rusty brown, but there will still be the bright grand finale of hardy mums in all my favorite autum colors.
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