The window-boxes are full of petunias and nasturtiums, and marigold seedlings are growing, flower buds on their way. And so far, the deer haven't nibbled the hostas, which are ready to flower. Maybe they are waiting for the first to open; maybe it's the disgusting rotten-egg stuff (which luckily fades to human senses within a few hours but I swear it smells stronger the longer it sits in the can in the garage).
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