My lousy garden :) (secretly I'm proud)...

March, a very cold spring, inside.

July the balcony

right now with a whelk shell 

Sweet Pea (from seeds) 
I read Jeanette Winterson's essay in Harper's Bazaar,  from an April's collection of essays on The Language of Flowers (an old copy in a hairdresser, ) and loved it.

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