A sample of wildflowers up on the Hill, and a
troika of tame ones for good measure, all taking advantage of the overnight change
in conditions typical of this fickle season.
I’m ashamed to say I can’t identify them at all
(must try to find some reliable field guide).
Later on there will be one I can
identify – a poppy, always appearing in the same place on the plot. But just
the one, alas, so not enough to make a start on any kind of profitable
industry. For the moment, Afghan warlords can sleep easy in
the knowledge that no competition for their honest livelihood is about to come from
the Hill.
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| Camellia |
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| Nightshade |
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| Climbing rose |
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