All of time is before man and well beyond me. Speaking ancient might leave a whisper behind.
There were just a few seeds to plant. Two and a half hours later the setting sun said it was over. I got lost out there.
Some wait longer to wake. This big an investment is too precious to lose to a changing season.
In time, a snake in the grass will be absorbed. I am the delay of the inevitable.
In the time of vegetation.
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Its alive.
Everything is beautiful. No more gardening for me - too many aches and pains. Thankfully, I have a great hub who does what needs to be done.
By leaps and bounds Lisa.
That's a bummer Sallysmom. Hopefully you can still enjoy evening strolls in the garden with your gardener.
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