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Goodbye June you were as magical as a kaleidoscope

When you were a child do you remember looking through the peep hole of a kaleidoscope? The rustling and swirling sound it made as the colored pieces of jagged glass, and sparkling bits fell into place. 

The magical reflection resulting in multiple triangles forming a colorful mosaic.


purple flowers in the garden from www.ruralmag.com



June is coming to an end soon, but the array of blossoms and blooms have made it feel like I've got my eye pressed up to that twirling kaleidoscope once again...but this time I'm watching the garden through it...


pink flowers with long petals from www.ruralmag.com



The flashes of color as if each plant and bush was merely waiting its turn to fall into place. 

The earlier months may show green growth, but June is a magical month that unfolds petal by petal.


Orange daisy like flower from www.ruralmag.com



It features the peonies, poppies, and all of the other flowers that parade elegantly through the garden. Intertwining with the new green leaves and then....casually and oh so gracefully falling in a gentle drift to the ground.

Gorgeous and magical, goodbye June, we will remember you and look forward to seeing you again next year.

Jen @ Rural magazine


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