"Consider the lilies..." |
See, the spring has not yet come and gone. |
Handsome mother hen, scratching in the compost among the leaves and Black-eyed Susans. |
I don't know this shrub, but I'll call its fruit, luscious bird berries. The birds will come. |
Such a lovely cottage with a warm hearth and geraniums in the window. |
I love all seasons of the Crabapple at the front gate. |
Radiance of the sun on leaf. |
This is what I mean by verdant. My shadow cast upon fading leaves mingled with a rich green lawn of yarrow. |
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