The energy of summer, high summer fades. Our seed, now a flower has sung it’s ballad. It now begins its return to the soil. It begins again with the last blooms appearing. No new buds follow. It’s repeated song plays for the last time. The bees have done their work. They have foraged, sought out the nectar and in exchange transported the pollen. A c…
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