It's that time of the year when flowers come into their own again. In Causesay Bay at least.
It's get together time again, no matter what one's condition is.
Time to hang down.
Time to stand out, if one can.
It's show time.
A time to stand up.
A time to stand out.
A time for chit chat.
No matter how humble one may be.
Others may flower as they please. For us, it's harvest time.
We want lots of space for stretching out.
We're not loners.
Our background may look a bit artificial. Still, better than having none at all.
We prefer the look of fruit: something to look forward to!
We're not sheepish about what we're about.
Who says mixed breed is neither here nor there.
We too, don't mind mixing colors
Small flowers can be gay too.
Lava flow of colors
Missing a show? Not us.
The eternal divas.
We're ready, but not quite.
That's more like it.
Like my colors?
I can be a little subtle too, you know !
We like to be pretty together.
We think it easier for all of us to bloom together.
or our close relatives?
Leaves or flowers?
Nature or art?
That kind of question never bothers me.
Another kind of flowers from the land of a thousand islands, preparing for a show.