Weeding the patch I fell in love with it again. This spring I have nonchalantly agreed to have it ploughed under. Something must have stayed the hand of the tractor man and this morning, a delightful mid-autumn day, I went towards the fronds. One thing leads to another and I found myself clearing the surface weeds while being tickled by the waving mature fronds. The young shoots are sturdy.
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