This was a hosta...

And these were zinnias...

I think these were daisies...

More former daisies...

And here is a sage plant, with the dead remains of tomato plants in the background.

Believe it or not, I used to be a prolific gardener, growing enough food to can and freeze, and enough flowers to regularly fill large vases and generally enjoy. But that was in another climate that had abundant rainfall. Not here in central North Carolina. Yes, I'm depressed. At least I can stay inside and sew and ignore all of the dead flowers.
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