The penultimate day of the season, the 13th, Saturday

My penultimate day of the 2025 dacha season. The 13th. Saturday. A bright and sunny day. Summer. Dacha. And September. September. And summer. Sunny time. I couldn't dream of more. Sunny September. So warm. My garden. At the dacha.

It's like summer here. The 13th. And not Friday, but Saturday. Bright sunshine. A wonderful day. Everything is so sunny and kind. Good dacha days. The brightest day. My garden. My many flowers. A paradise. The penultimate day.

And my garden. I'm walking through the garden as if it were just another summer. I don't even think that literally tomorrow the dacha season will end for me. That's all. Summer every year. Everything is good. Positivity, confidence, joy. And I don't even think about the end of the season. Just a day, it's as if autumn has begun. It's summer. My summer continues.

Here in my garden, I have marigolds, asters, sprite zinnias, and dahlias—happy little fellows. And my lupines are growing. I don't know the color of the lupines yet; I just planted them. Look at the panicles already smeared. I'll find out the color in 2026. I wonder how the lupines survived the winter. It was a cold winter.

A beautiful garden. A very joyful place. A place from the Age of Wonders. A sort of forgotten kingdom of mine. This is my garden. My fantasy place. And just a dacha. A garden. A beautiful summer. I even ran in the fields this past summer. A wonderful place.

The penultimate day. I was gardening. As if it were any other summer day. The main thing is that I wasn't even thinking about the end of the season. But logically. Yes, this is truly the end of the season for me. Summer is good. The garden. The grass is green. The sun is shining.

The marigolds were growing well. I had one flower. Lemonades. Lemon. Lemon. That's roughly what it's called. Yellow. Aster, a mix of colors. There are many beautiful flowers. A wide variety. These aren't very tall, but they're very pretty. Medium height. And size. Zinnia sprite - small flowers. And also a variety of colors. Dahlia Vesyolye Rebyata - tall flowers. The tallest and largest.

Now I'm already making seedlings. And transplanting for the new garden. It's already 2026. Meanwhile, I'm remembering the penultimate day of the 2025 season. Sun and garden. Walking through the garden. Gathering positive energy for the entire fall and winter season.

Wonderful memories. It's so nice to look at the green photographs now. Everything is green. And so much sun. It's simply incredible now. And then. It was September 13th. Saturday. It was completely ordinary. How quickly the weather changes. It's amazing.

The penultimate day was a very ordinary day. I didn't think I'd say goodbye to the dacha and summer. But I knew it would be the penultimate day. And it's strange. Because it was all so summery. But then the 2025 dacha season ended. With days like these. It's the weekend. Every weekend - to the dacha. To such an incredibly sunny place.

There were plenty of flowers. For me, it was even too much. I've already learned from the 2025 garden. And I'm already preparing for the 2026 garden. I understand that the 2025 garden is such a unique place. And I'd like to create a unique and interesting garden every year now. Here's 2025. In the center were marigolds. At the edge were cheerful dahlias. Continuing in the line were asters. And on the other side, side by side, were zinnia sprites.