The flowers possess no life; they haven't been cared for. It is attributed to water. I miss the strawberries and hostas. Some color remains, but not like it was May, June, and July. Leaves are on the trees. The grass has not lost its color for the season. There is no moisture in the air, but a breeze can be experienced. The bushes in the yard need to be cut or trimmed. They'll grow into the power line. I smell food on the barbecue grill mixed with dirt and grass that has just been mowed. The hot tub has on its cover. If it wasn't covered, you could see it has not been cared for either. It needs chemicals. The deck holds furniture. Next summer there will be revival.
-Abigail (Abbey) Lawrence J
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