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| The bees are collecting their nectar |
and I am busy collecting myself.
Those seeds thrown out carelessly
Without thought, in spring, are
beginning to flower, to
offer up sweet fruit.
So many flowers, each different and unique;
Angelica, centaury, hogweed, thyme
a little bramble and clover. I'd like
to build a small hive at the end of
my garden and gather them all in.
Sweet honey from my hive.
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