Morning tigers sit watch.
The last 'New Dawn' blooms.
The sunflower begins its autumnal celebration.
The sun now low enough for Monkshood, Aconitum, to accept it.
Hips blush under cooler nights.
Morning cosmos, cheerful as my wife.
And the dusky purple-blue of the perennial Ageratum, Eupatorium ceolestinum, a switch flipped, how fast, how fast.