The last three black-eyed susans are captured for prosperity’s sake. Their bright color makes them easy to find, though they are lonely.
The tiny daisies have been spouting out all summer, but none have looked as perfect as these. To give you an idea just how tiny they are, the large daisy is the size of my pinky’s fingernail.
As if the calendar isn’t enough of an indication, the heads on hay are a stark reminder just how close the end of summer is.