It's that time of year again, when I begin thinking of all that might be in the garden. This year, though, is different, as it is our first at Moss Hill.
If only I were as wealthy and energetic as I am inspired...
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"Earth, my dearest, I will.
Oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over -
one of them, ah, even one, is already too much for my blood.
Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the first."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, 9th, 1923