I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
– Leif Enger, American author, from Peace Like a River

Alas, November has arrived, and while most of the garden has slowly gone dormant, there are still flowers that insist on blooming. Here are the last bouquets of the season. Post script: I spilled juice from my dinner on my keyboard and it’s difficult to type because some keys aren’t working. So you’ll have to enjoy the photos without commentary. I apologize that many of the bouquets are similar. Such is the case when you have a limited selection of flowers. Enjoy! Until next season!