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Summer comes and I find myself obsessed with the out doors. I am not a gardener, in fact my friends joke about sending me out to weed, I wouldn't know a weed from a flower. While not totally true, it's close. But I enjoy other peoples gardens a lot. My neighbor is a gardener. And what a garden! Built on the hillside in front of their house, it is a wonder.
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