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September 4, 2012
We didn't make the garden.
It's wild and unkempt and wonderful. It's the wreckage of everyone's bad idea of a garden,that somehow knitted itself into something. There's a perfect Christmas tree in the center of it, and the carpet of grass and moss pinwheels around it. The greensward wears a ruff of lupines, black-eyed susans, bleeding hearts, daylilies, daisies, roses, thistles, blackberries, and many other things we don't even know what to call. There's an abandoned greenhouse next door, and some of its prisoners have escaped and hide out in our yard, too. -- Sippican Cottage: Impressionism
Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 4, 2012 7:59 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Cue "Prélude à l'après-midi d'un faune".
Posted by: Jewel at September 4, 2012 10:14 PM