Peak of Summer I

The other day I went on the balcony and cut some of the withered flowers. It usually makes the plants produce more flowers and keep them in bloom. As the cut floweres lay there on the wooden table they really spoke to me. It was a hot, sunny day and the air was still and dry. Although it just turned July, it felt like the end of summer had come already knocking. The flowers on the table were the first massengers of the inevitable decay, yet, still beautiful in their own melancholic way. I got my camera and took some close ups and I am quite happy with the results. The dahlia, roses and lavender are withered but their colours are not yet faded. Pretty much like us humans sometimes. 😉

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