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Weekend Eden
I talk too often about these things...
Yellow Coreopsis blossoms opening. Slender Vervain with spikes of barely-purple. Daisies that look like Daisies, and Daisies that don't. Some kind of wild Verbena-like thing. Two clumps of Blue-Eyed Grass. Four kinds of purple-flowering Salvia. A bush of blooming roses and a pink climber, too.
Cardinals in the trees at dawn. Patches of blue in a cloud-swept sky. Wrens in the trees during the day in the back. Stiff breezes out of the south. Robins in the trees at dusk.
I know I talk too often about these things, but I just can't stop.
Because I've got dirt under my fingernails and a aching back and scratches on my arms and fingers. And now I'm ready to go back to work.
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