Columbines are so plentiful around the gardens that they are seeding themselves, growing AND FLOWERING in the cracks of the sidewalk.
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Ms. Jasmine grew indoors all winter. While I loved the fragrance, I did not love the way she boldly sent runners 10-15 feet up the wall. When she started wrapping herself around the television set, I decided to toss her outdoors for her last hurrah. Instead, she continues to climb and bloom... and stir up trouble.
So, for a little while, anyways, my ratty old deck holds the enticing fragrance of the Deep South and a favorite haunt, New Orleans...
1 comment:
Ooh, purty. I do like white flowers. That's because I have excellent taste (and my eyes are none too good; white's easy to see.)
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