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Blue Wild Flax #0963

Blue Wild Flax #0959

For an hour or so after midnight, my husband and I sat in the gazebo, watching the lightning strikes on the background of glowing horizons and listening to torrential rains pounding on the wooden roof. Dashed back into the house during a brief lessening of rainfall, and then fell asleep to the sound of raindrops against the windows and the rustling of windblown leaves.

Some of the wildflowers survived to bloom, today.