September

My friend Fish believes he can see me but I can't see him. He hasn't caught on to the idea of lurking under a wider lily.

The hollyhocks are trying for the neighborhood's tallest plant award. I think they've got the title nailed. I like to think they're simpering at a couple of tall beauties a few fences over.


The roses are admirimg themselves in the fence mirror but who can blame them? They're beauties.

Hang in there guys. September promises to be a warm month.