[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
T.S.Eliot
Sunday, June 28, 2020
A moderate success
After last year failure to have my Ortensia (Hydrangea) in bloom, I was not asking for more than making it survive the hot season. But I was wrong.
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