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The phlox gush over the edge of my terrace in a waterfall of light blue and lilac. The chrysanthemums stretch out their first petals to the world, as I eat the last strawberry.
It is deceptively sunny.
However, the wind chills the nose and makes it attempt to run away to warmer climates, and I know that without my sheepskins I would be shivering. Still, I sit in my garden and soak in the golden rays, quietly bidding them farewell and hoping that spring will come early.
A Bolg? 
Widdershins
/ October 19, 2017A few weeks ago I was avoiding any contact with a 30+ degree sun … now I look for any beams I can. 🙂
Beatrix MGN
/ October 20, 2017It changes so quickly 🙂