Well those of us in the north know that winter is nipping at our heals. The leaves are turning and the flowers in the garden have past their prime. I felt the need to slip out the backdoor and snap shots of the last gasps of summery breath. In the coming gray months, I can retreat into these images for inspiration. The garden's last hurrah will undoubtedly inspire colour combinations that will surface in my knitting projects as chilling winds whip down my street and try to numb my spirit.
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