I don't ever remember being so sad about removing spent flowers from the garden. This year was different because of the wedding and all of the wonderful memories. Alas, the work needed to be done. The sunflowers were reluctant to be released from their strong grip in the soil even though they looked like goners. I felt like I was pulling teeth. The zinnias went more easily. Three more quadrants need to be done but it was a start last Sunday. Anne found one last bouquet of straw flowers to take home and dry for winter enjoyment.
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