these pansies and their cousins were newly planted in beds all over the city. I suspect they'll rage clear through April of next year. (A temperate climate brings out the Vita Sackville-West in me, and I wanted to buy a small shovel while roaming DC.)
"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
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I'm assuming that your pansy beds would be pure, and white as snow.
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