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hurry, hurry

Winter solstice brings out primal urges: the need for light, heat, booze and shopping. (#977) Continue reading

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anonymous

I knew the two pots of perriwinkle— narrow suspicious leaves, shy purple blossoms— but the rest of the greenhouse specimens were really strangers to me; I didn’t know a mauve one from a red one, nor a geranium from a … Continue reading

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bagging winter

there is a moment in spring yard cleanup after we have picked up crusty pages of embalmed love letters pillar-to-post plastic bags and after we have scraped the dried packed copper-patina leaves off the flowerbeds and into long straggling phalanxes … Continue reading

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