Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia, Scarlet Chinese talker of summer. Two petals of crabapple blossom blow fallen in Paula's hair, And fluff of white from a cottonwood.
Here, the simple images of early summer's flowers and love of gardening bring joys.
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