summer’s over. the party isn’t.
garden party arrives just before the new moon, in that hazy little space where summer lingers and fall starts to flirt.
it’s for the flowers still showing off, the fruit hanging heavy on the vine, and the first cool breeze that says something new is on its way.
a little wild, a little overgrown, and ripe for the taking.
summer is ending but growing season isn't.
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