The strong winds of Typhoon No. 6 rumbled through the mountains, blowing blinds, breaking persimmon branches, and knocking down lilies.
In such a way, the morning glory in the flowerpot bloomed.
It's a spilled morning glory that blooms every year.
The strong wind and rain interrupted my work outside, and I couldn't leave it to my thoughts.
It's a small cute flower that soothes such frustration.
By the way, this post is the 1111th post to commemorate.
Thank you God.
