The end

Tonight is the last night.
Tomorrow they'll be gone.
Drew's tired of watering the planters. "The season is over mom. Let them go."

They provided me with 4 months of colourful beauty and lovely scents. It was a good run.
The sad part is, even though they're past their prime, they're not dead. I figure there's still some blessings to be received from these petunias and geraniums... it just takes more of an effort now.

And Drew's determined the effort is not worth the payoff.

I hope he's more compassionate with me when I start to fade.