The range of flowers I can find to photograph is getting slimmer. I don't know what I'll do in the fall. Go for the dead leaves and bare trees I reckon.
But for now, there are still a few flowers to find.
Up against the front picket fence, this yard has a bush of purple flowers.
These flowers hide demurely under the leaves to avoid direct sun, much like a lady under a parasol.
The surface of this bright yellow specimen sparkles in the sunlight. It is almost as it has been dipped in sparkles before a night out dancing at the club.
This thistle produces a blue flower that reminds me what I would expect in the Little Shop of Horrors sitting next to Audrey.
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