None of these flowers are Mums. That alone is enough to make me wonder how did they last so long.
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These flowers have made it till today frost free and very alive |
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Till Spring and Summer I'll savor these flowers color and the warmth they bring |

These are the last of flowers out of my garden still blooming today that I picked before the cold gets them...I'll savor their bloominess till they shrivel up in the vase and die and I'll keep them around just to re- remind myself of next years garden, come spring. Does every gardener already have their heads into next year's garden at the beginning of November? Just wondering.
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