Your Mesages - Theme for Day 9
Each season the garden smells different. The heavy emotions wait in every corner to pounce. The roses store up grief, daffodils hope. The honeysuckle is the only one to cling.
My response:
In summer there's the smell of rain before a storm, accented with roses, lavender and tingling electricity. The earth opens up to greet them as the first heavy raindrops fall.
On the windowsill, November 2025
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Further to last month’s post in early October the Common Nipplewort
continued to die back and sadly so did both Gazanias, which I had hoped
would survive o...
2 days ago
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