Fog is rain is fog. Not yesterday’s crashing floods, But not dry here yet.
Branch fell last winter. Now, to reach maple, squirrel Makes new, daring leap.
White, purple iris; Cream foxglove; pink bleeding heart; And a sea of mint.
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