Call it a guilty conscience, call it loving the fall season, call it anything you want, but after my blog on the changing of the seasons, several people asked if the photos I had on my page was from me.
Sadly, the photos were not.
I’ve decided to try to change that. At least for a few blogs each month. I will show fall at its most majestic.
First up, the Chrysanthemums or “mums,” that my wife picked up this week. They’re usually the last plant to bloom before frost, with one last bang of color. I’ve always loved mums. My mother would always have one or two setting out before winter bullied its way onto the scene.
Here you go:
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
My Mum always loved Chrysanthemums and grew them in her garden. She was a very keen gardener who had exceptionally green fingers. Everything she touched flourished and her garden was always a riot of colour. I like your photos of these flowers, too, and am looking forward to seeing more of your photos over the coming weeks.
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Unfortunately I’m no gardener. I wish I had a green thumb. And my photo skills aren’t the best, but I love the season. Thanks for reading!
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Thanks for sharing, Brian! I took a photo this week of a small vase of mums…some that I needed to ‘rescue’ from a bigger plant we bought that seemed to have a weird growth formation on one side…requiring a mercy trim to even things out. Love the photos! 😉
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My mother doesn’t garden much, but she always had the gardener’s touch. I look at a plant or flower and it dies! I’m exaggerating, but not by much. I’ve seen some better fall pictures, but I’m trying to find a way to sum up the season in a picture or two each week. We’ll see how I manage. Thanks for reading and good luck with your “rescue.”
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