Narcissus — House of Heart

It is too soon to prune but blossoms wave provocatively from bushy shrubs and the hot sun is pleasing to my bent frame. The scent of dirt is sweetly pungent beneath the roots of weeds wrenched without mercy from the earth. Shoots weep from fractured stems and pierced sheaths bleed from protruding thorns It is […]

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