It has been a very strange year in so many aspects even in my garden. I have never seen it so depleted of flowers, of any kind, like this year. No crocus or tulips, my lovely quince, the first one to give some hope of spring has not blossomed at all. I miss my flowers. The only brave enough has been the Grape hyacinth, otherwise the garden would be like my mood, stuck in a never ending winter.
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