. ~ in time of daffodils (who know
. ~ thalictrum and cimifuga
. ~ new feet within my garden go
. ~ the savior must have been a docile gentleman
. ~ grass
. ~ the unseen playmate
. ~ the gardener
. ~ what’s this i see; it’s not a bee!
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