This year we planted several rows of zinnias in the garden so that we could pick them to our heart’s content. My daughter is my flower child and garden helper, but this little boy got to make the delivery at Grandma’s house with her bright yellow door.
I love the image on the right (below) where you can only see the flowers in the shadow.
The colorful flowers and cheerful door aside, there’s just something special about those end-of-summer, worn out red shoes. I think Dorothy might have been on to something with those ruby slippers of hers.