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  • Tulbaghia acutiloba Wild Garlic in flower
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  • Winter garden: Acer palmatum ‘Senkaki’ = 'Sango Kagu', Cornus stolonifera ‘Flaviramea’ winter interest yellow and red stems and bark Daphne in pink flowers, Sarcococca
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  • Leeks Sammy Cross growing in garden
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  • Andropogon gerardii 'Lord Snowdon' Big Bluestem grass
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  • Andropogon gerardii 'Lord Snowdon' (Big Bluestem grass)
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  • Hakonechloa macra Aureola in winter snow and ice, with stems of Kolkwitzia Dream Catcher behind it, and foliage of Physocarpus Coppertina at top left, dwarf Syringa (lilac) and Aster at right, and picket fence . Note that Physocarpus 'Coppertina' aka Mindia is called Physocarpus opulifolius 'Diable D'Or' aka Mindia in Europe.
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  • Wisteria venusta climbing vine twisting stems on old brick  wall in spring flower with blue sky and clouds
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  • Rotting fallen apples. Great for Robert Frost poem: After Apple-Picking<br />
BY ROBERT FROST<br />
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree<br />
Toward heaven still,<br />
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill<br />
Beside it, and there may be two or three<br />
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.<br />
But I am done with apple-picking now.<br />
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,<br />
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.<br />
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight<br />
I got from looking through a pane of glass<br />
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough<br />
And held against the world of hoary grass.<br />
It melted, and I let it fall and break.<br />
But I was well<br />
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,<br />
And I could tell<br />
What form my dreaming was about to take.<br />
Magnified apples appear and disappear,<br />
Stem end and blossom end,<br />
And every fleck of russet showing clear.<br />
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,<br />
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.<br />
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.<br />
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin<br />
The rumbling sound<br />
Of load on load of apples coming in.<br />
For I have had too much<br />
Of apple-picking: I am overtired<br />
Of the great harvest I myself desired.<br />
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,<br />
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.<br />
For all<br />
That struck the earth,<br />
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,<br />
Went surely to the cider-apple heap<br />
As of no worth.<br />
One can see what will trouble<br />
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.<br />
Were he not gone,<br />
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his<br />
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,<br />
Or just some human sleep.
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  • Rose 'Tropicana' coral pink salmon colored flowers, long stemmed fragrant hybrid
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