Carnation,
that survived heatwave, breathes in for the next push. Cosmos floats on long
stalks, small round clouds in a February sky. And dark-red cosmos, black at
first sight. Grevillea, soon to calligraph curls the Middle Ages could only
imagine. Russian Sage brushes aside the open spaces provided for its expansion.
Salvia, their rain threads of flowerets, sway above cities of leaves, storey on
storey as if fixated. Red Yarrow sets up ladders, praying mantis green to
ensure surprise. Incidental flags of green are the geranium cutting that struck
in the mud. Quietly Lime Balm collects every item of moisture.
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