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The dahlias waited till the very last minute to get all dressed up and flaunt their beauty.


Such delicate beauty that unfolds


and unfolds
seems a perfect companion to Nancy’s drawing.


The touch of the natural and timely frost
creates a stained and withered look, a natural and timely beauty.


Next year we will plant them in a different place,
a spot that’s easier to get to, perhaps.
We will put them in the ground earlier
and we will get sturdier, taller stakes to support their sizable blooms.
We are learning.


She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.