Now I’m waiting for the parsley.
Ming’s got a job with the Ministry of Defence.
Parsley takes longer to germinate than Romanesques and nasturtiums.
He’s not a scientist; he’s a cleaner.
So the letter from Manchester sits on the kitchen table, unopened.
I’m going to plant one of the lemon balm clumps in the garden. See how it does.
I’m not sure about capital letters. I keep changing between Romanesques and romanesques.
Geranium Malviflorum (That’s the Algerian one.)
Geranium Kanahitobanawa (Doesn’t sound very Latin, does it?)
Geranium Maculatum (That’s the wild cranesbill.)
Pelargonium Exstipulatum (I’ll have to practise saying that one.)
(That one can save till last. It sounds revolting. Lucy won’t be interested after that. If I change Exstipulatum to Exspitulatum, that should clinch it.)
The evergreen clematis in our garden is coming into flower.
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