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Nor me, PP. I try to pick some by May - the little windowsill sort from a January sowing.
Smelling the leaves holds the promise of what is to come.
Smelling the leaves holds the promise of what is to come.
The Moneyless Chicken says:-
Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.
Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.