I've occasionally lamented to folks who know me well, that I wish I could work in a public garden. Not to the exclusion of my other gardens, but more in the vein of if I had another life, I'd be born in England & study some botanical specialty, so that I could be hired to curate a mysterious, old garden at a castle on the coast of Cornwall. Or, falling …
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