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When Heaven's blithe winds had
unfolded them
As mine-lamps enkindle a hidden gem,
Shone smiling to Heaven,
and every one
Shared joy in the light of
the gentle sun;
For each one was interpenetrated
With the light and the odour its
neighbour shed,
Like young lovers whom youth and
love make dear
Wrapped and filled by their
mutual atmosphere
Percy Bysshe Shelley
~ The Sensitive Plant
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Well to be frank, it is more like a patio with planting opportunities, all I all it is
Small in size but it does really keep me occupied, as I do suffer of plantitis-feber. That is as long as the flowers are not pink, except from the oxalis of course.
as I prefer my
summer holyday is in this period.
There are plant projects that have gone... not as expected, but I do see this as a part of having a patio with planting opportunities, and I like the brain work.
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