The last of

There are still leaves on the copper beeches in our garden, and the nasturtiums and marigolds cling on in one’s and twos, all because we still have had no frost. 

The cosmos would have hung on too, but I needed the flower bed to plant bulbs and wallflowers. So I picked them…the last of the cosmos until next summer. 

The last of the cosmos

A friend once told me we should savour every moment because we never know when it will be the last time  - the last time we see a much loved parent, a much loved friend, a much loved view.