summer scenes

The forget-me-nots in my garden are gone, only the seed pods showing where the halo of blue had spread. But down the hill -- down, down, down -- to where the marshy stretch turns back entirely into a stream, going under a bridge, there, the forget-me-not is still blossoming blue.

The roadside is engulfed with sweetpeas entwining the bank, mauve or pink or white touched with pinks all abloom.
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