Rosa 'Rosemoor' og blomstervenner langt ut i oktober
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|There are tresures. My tresures! |
Maybe not very chic - maybe shabby, but the door protect my precious.
They have been sleeping during winter. I love my precious - my Dahlia.
They are looking brown and dead.
|Tomorrow they are getting soil and some light again. Sometimes in august they will spread out joy and colors all over my garden. |
I am so lucky to have a house to keep all my precious plants and seeds.