I'm hoping to find my elusive muse today. During this last stretch of unseasonably heavy, damp weather I seem to have been sucked into an inspirational bog. Terrible - those days which feel, come evening, that they somehow passed without your involvement.
But - this late September rose was blooming in our garden......and I woke up with the sun. That's always a good place to begin.
Beautiful post Robin. Thanks for sharing your morning ;o))
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