He would go back there now, where she had shown him the plant. He would gather the seeds for her and plant them with great care in places near sandy hills. The rainwater would seep down gently and the delicate membranes would not be crushed or broken before the emergence of tiny fingers, roots, and leaves pressing out in all directions. The plants would grow there like the story, strong and translucent as the stars.
Cottage gardens combine both productivity and beauty, and, as we've seen this summer, bunnies. Some new shots from the late-summer garden. Enjoy the bounty!
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