Something begins to see.
The tiny wild anemones have just sprung up, dressed in a beautiful blue-purple.
shy and polite, they made their way through the leaves of dry mulch, which protected them during the winter, and their rounded leaves. It 'was my mami to give me in a jar, stick of crop land on the edge of a forest, because they are wild flowers, rustic, perfect for a corner in partial shade.
I like very much. I find that their color is alive and discreet at the same time. And I like to think that, if watched with the eyes of the soul, their dirty little heart just remember the yellow perfect for a crown princess as a child enchanted garden ...
nice weekend
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