Here we go, again.

Red rose of summer

It's the last rose of summer, on that bush out there,
you can take a look at it, or pretend you don't care;
that rose has a message, for us here where we are,
get the house ready for winter, and don't forget your car.

Autumn starts tomorrow, at 5:04AM sharp,
it might bear repeating, but I don't mean to harp;
that rose out there is fading, into the gray sky,
the poor thing doesn't understand, it doesn't matter why.

It's the last rose of summer, on that bush out there,
maybe I'll go visit, may even take a chair;
not that it will matter, this is the final straw,
it's the last rose of summer, Mother Nature has a law!

Time to cut the Peonies back

..and the Lilies too.

And the Catmint, summer is on the books.