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| I worked in my garden this afternoon. I am quite enamored with my volunteer Columbine. |
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| I actually have a lot of pretty flowers. |
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| These are new. I can't remember their names. |
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| While I was working, neighbors stopped to talk. Everyone is a little hungry for conversation these days. |
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| A houseguest in very early March asked if we could prepare a new recipe with mint, so I bought a plant. The recipe didn't happen, and over the next few weeks the plant developed some kind of fungus. I tried to save some cuttings, but that didn't work. I have not yet returned the pot to the garage, and this week I've been watching these little tiny leaves react to the morning sunlight. |
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| The day is overcast, but enough sun leaked into my kitchen to lighten the blossoms on my counter. |
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| I see beautiful things on my morning walks, sometimes even before the sun rises. |
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| I have basil growing inside my house instead of outside. There's a reason, but it's not important right now. I love having this plant on my counter, but to be honest, sometimes it smells a little bit like a litter box. Just an fyi. |
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| I found geraniums yesterday afternoon while on a quest for peanut butter. (Interesting days we are living in.) |
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| I couldn't wait to get home and plant them. I managed to collect several new doodads for my geranium garden this winter. |
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| The entire street is peaceful and quiet, except for birds chirping. It is spring, after all. |
