
A small collection
Grown in my own garden
A thin layer of goodness
In a mug.
What a tiny crop
But each one was perfection
But the tiny ones fell off
Due to my inattention.
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A small collection
Grown in my own garden
A thin layer of goodness
In a mug.
What a tiny crop
But each one was perfection
But the tiny ones fell off
Due to my inattention.

Last night’s walk, a ‘cloud’ of hydrangea flowers, pink and blue.
Each sphere of colour (florets?) made up of many flowers of four petals. Like saggy pom-pom’s. Some of them have gone over (stopped flowering). The flower heads stay on the plant into the autumn. Leaving skeletal memories of a summer now gone.