What a sucker I am for garden centers. Bee wrote recently about the same passion.
Books and flowers -- can never have enough of them. At least it isn't crack.
Since we don't have a garden, we choose things for our son and daughter in law's garden.
Here primulas. We also got snapdragons and cineraria.
Even the names are a delight.
Once old cars get really decrepit, they pass beyond the totally ugly stage
and morph into something approaching art. Well, maybe.
As we returned to the city down the Pallisades in the late afternoon
a curious thing happened. The roads, the woods,
everything -- was swathed in a thick, blanketing,
all engulfing fog the like of which I haven't seen for many years.
Magical and foggy and not really springlike at all.
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