Here, in this place, this haphazard garden, is peace. The lavender spills into the path, breaking free of its boundaries. The bright orange Mexican sunflowers with their golden pom-pom centers, are blooming even now in late November. Bees hover around the milkweed, gathering pollen for their nutrient rich honey. We are watching a chrysalis for signs of life and soon, a butterfly will emerge, free to soar the azure sky.
The first week in December, the Rio Sambas will be at the height of their winter blooming. December 7th is my late mother’s birthday; they bloom to remind me she is always here.
This is my favorite season in Arizona. Other parts of our country have had their first snowfall, but here it is a balmy 72 degrees today. This is our Autumn, and we suffer through the brutal hot summers, sweating and waiting for these glorious days.
December rose blooms
brilliant petals blossoming
fading, fall to earth
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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