Autumn garden, early afternoon, bright light and crystal clear air create a cacophony of color in high definition.
A pair of fully mature zinnias, entwined and surrounded by buds. “Benary’s Giant,” known for dahlia-sized beauty and sturdy stems. Deep Wine nestles Salmon Rose, delicious color capable only when summer has passed, and the sun sits just so on their complicated petals.
Brilliantly delicate strands of gossamer spider web stretch a platform in the foliage just below the blooms. Lacking symmetry, the web is imprecise, unoccupied, and a large hole has opened, while a trailing wisp floats on the breeze like a cotton candy strand from the State Fair.
In later light, the sunny incandescence of the web dims to a tone befitting a cobweb. Its utility lost, it whispers of remnants, of time and purpose passed. But right now, the sun warms, the bees bustle the flowers, and the web shimmers. It is enough.
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