Life in seventeen syllables
This time of year I run from one plant to another and gather seeds for next year. So the transition from flower to seed is not the end but the future.
I think that is why I love the season, the flowers burst in a moment of final glory to rest until the next season. Doris
This time of year I run from one plant to another and gather seeds for next year. So the transition from flower to seed is not the end but the future.
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