“After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets
and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come
spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis,
impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes,
pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a
black pot beside her.
The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made.”
― Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path
The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made.”
― Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path
The Last Shadow Puppets - Aviation
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