My sister, who is not a poet, wrote me a poem this week because we were talking about the end of summer. Ready for it? Here it is:
Summer is gone. Where did it go?
It went so fast. I do not know.
LOL! See, everyone can write poetry. Besides the fabulous poem, I was also reminded about the end of summer based on how poorly my flowers look. This plant in particular made me laugh, like that one that little flower was fighting to survive:
The thing is, I just don’t have time to water these suckers. I’m a terrible plant keeper. (I do, however, have time to take pictures of my dead flowers and post them here, though.)
