Every year the daisies bloom, beautifully and perfectly formed, pristine in their perfection.
Then the inevitable wear and tear of life takes its toll, deterioration sets in and eventually they morph into a new beauty.
The promise of next year is present.
One will have to wait for then.
photodyssey 
Nice to see you posting. Too busy, health or just taking it easy for the past little while??? The plants look great this year with all the heat and rain.
Thanks John. Everything is fine. I seem to be posting more often on Facebook. Time to get back to putting stuff up here as well. Covid is giving much more time to mess about. Hope all is well in your world.