The last blooms of summer...

Having marigolds and cosmas in the same picture reminds me of the argument Dad and Uncle Harry had over which was the most beautiful flower. They got very loud in their defending arguments. Dad did not usually argue, let alone loudly argue, but I guess he had to get loud to keep up with Uncle Harry, who had a naturally loud, deep voice. Mum and I were the only other family members in the house at the time. We got a big chuckle over that silly debate.