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| Along the deck, lemon balm and mint grow tall, just waiting to made into a soothing tea. If you walk too close, the rush of citrus mint rushes through the evening air. |
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| Around the corner of the house, the vegetable garden stands, surrounded by a hand-made log fence. The baby grape vines are poised to start growing up the arbor and the squash and tomatoes are so tall and full, it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. Tiny lettuce and beets bask in the coolness of their leaves and the cooler air of sunset. |
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| A pair of buck rabbits peek out from their fenced run, gleeful that dusk has finally come. They, and we, bid you farewell -- until the next time you can visit our Witches' garden, nestled around our home, Foxfeathers. August 4th, 2006 |
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