As seasons change....

We are finally having a few drops of rain again today.  But too late for these petunias, which are long gone. Dried up in the heat and drought in August. They were lovely, but their season is over.  And although they're not roses, they remind me of the first few lines of this poem:

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying. (Robert Herrick, 1591-1674)