vrijdag 22 mei 2009

thinking of my father

Every year, during my childhood, my father and I used to sow little seeds of Capucine in a long row to border the garden. We made little holes in the soil with our fingers and put three seeds in every hole. Then we followed the growingproces of these bright coloured, favourite flowers of my dad. Last week I found this plant on the market. It is full of promissing little buds.

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