your garden's a wonder- and i say that even knowing of the hauling and hard work, the sore knees and exhaustion which have gone into it.
here in the north, we're in the middle of an incredibly generous offering of lillacs, and the poet's own narcissi of my childhood out number the tulips- which is just how i'd have it.
you're a wonder dear Paul with your instinctual gifts for beauty and celebration.
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1 comment:
dear Paul
thank-you for this visual feast.
your garden's a wonder- and i say that even knowing of the hauling and hard work, the sore knees and exhaustion which have gone into it.
here in the north, we're in the middle of an incredibly generous offering of lillacs, and the poet's own narcissi of my childhood out number the tulips- which is just how i'd have it.
you're a wonder dear Paul with your instinctual gifts for beauty and celebration.
hugs
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