Sunday, September 6, 2009

September Lilies


It is the beginning of September, the end of summer, but to walk outside it would seem that summer has just arrived. For the past week, we have had the warmest, driest days in a year, and it is strange to be thinking of going back to school when the weather is telling us to go the beach or the lake or anywhere but back to school. For a week I have been walking past these lilies blooming in front of my old school They are stunning September lilies, more than a dozen white blossoms the size of dinner plates, their scent completely intoxicating. Even the lilies are saying SUMMER, not FALL. But, the sun is rising later each day, setting earlier. These days, when I return from my evening walk, it is dark and dusky, nearly night.

LABOUR DAY WEEKEND
- Myra Cohn Livingston

Packing
up her picnic
pouring cold lemonade
in the park grass, Summer says
good-bye.


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  1. NinaSeptember 7, 2009 at 5:41 PM

    Such beautiful lilies! They do bring a feel of spring rather than fall. Septembers here yet it does feel like the first warm days of summer! A little irony there along with your "fall" lilies. Happy summer... oh I mean Happy September! Happy back to school! Love and Light, Nina P.

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  2. v.adamsApril 11, 2012 at 8:21 AM

    beautifull flower, how many colors r they

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Summer View From My Kitchen Window

Summer View From My Kitchen Window
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