My wife loves her flowers and plants. She spends a great deal of time in the morning after she wakes and in the evening outside on our back patio just sitting on the swing and admiring them. It saddens her that she has had to start cleaning up some of them in preparation for the coming change of seasons here. Many of them will be back next season though, like some of the people we now, some will not, like some of the people we know. Thus is life I guess. Who knows, I may not even make it to next season.
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