The past few summers have been dry.
Not this year, because every living thing has
received a fair allotment of rain.
Everything is its appropriate green,
rose, pink or yellow color.
And everything exists in abundance.
Which goes a long way to explaining why
I acquired a miserable, lingering summer cold
complete with fever, aches, and annoying coughing
spells that are exhausting.
These pictures show two of the
suspects. I dearly love them and enjoy
their presence far more than
anything offered by fall and winter.
But thy, oh, why, did they and
their floral brethren decide to target me?
I love them!