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You’ll Forget The Sun In His Jealous Sky As We Walk In Fields Of Horehound
Horehound. It’s everywhere in central Texas. Field after field of purple horehounds (technically “black” horehound), presumably from our unusually ample downpours. What I find curious is that Google...
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Hardy Horehound
Y’all, the horehound has not lessened up around here. In fact, the highways are flanked by even thicker and pinkier/purplier horehound than ever. It’s the horehoundiest season that Texas has ever seen,...
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Sniff Flowers, Not Glue
Sniffers, London, 2018, by Jim Lustenader I’ve heard of stopping and smelling the roses, but I hadn’t heard this twist on it. Etsy I don’t believe I’ve ever stopped to smell the rosé. Perhaps a cab...
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Tending To The Flowers
Nat’l Geo June ’68 Charles Sturdee tends to the lamppost garden blooms on Camden, Maine’s main street. A blacksmith made the wire basket, and the Camden Garden Club provided the geraniums, petunias,...
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When Life Forces You To Stop & Smell The Geraniums
Reminisce: Pics from the Past Two-year-old Billy Jones of Wilmot, South Dakota plucked a geranium from his mother Jean’s flower box in August of 1957, and shoved it into the face of sister Lois Ann, 1....
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