When I grow up, I want a flower garden. I want to spend summer afternoons digging in rich soil around my baby's breath and hyacinths, watering the toes of little loved ones while I splash the roots of my rose bushes, and watch red droplets of sweet strawberry juice caress my fingertips as I fill small pales with the fruit. It will be lovely. Imagine a hammock amid the honeysuckles...
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This post is darling. It makes me want a garden too. And your comment on my post was so incredibly thoughtful, it really did mean a lot to me. Thank you for your insight.
I love Keats too.
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