the long day wanes: the slow moon climbs...
A. Lord Tennyson
it's a ghost town in these parts and i can hear the crickets courting more than ever.
the time is near and bittersweet to say the least. it's been a delight!
thanks for the memories and for all you hopeless romantics i'll see you in september. xo
my little august bloom i will always love you even when i'm feeling blue...
i love scabiosa:some of my handiwork from one of those saipua summer weddings