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The ghost of heather
Warms the bones of winter earth
I walk in silence
Remembering ancient kin
Grateful for gifted wisdom
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I love the idea of ghosts of heather
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The heather lingers…
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Beautiful 🌹
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❤
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We have introduced a lot of heather to our garden, both the summer and winter flowering kinds, so we have colour for most of the year…
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I planted some for nick too.. but now if it is the same as the wild heather spreading for miles…
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I don’t know why, but the ones you buy are never quite like the wild ones!
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No, they aren’t…
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Reblogged this on Campbells World.
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Thank you for sharing, Patty x
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I love this. I have the same feeling when I walk in the prairie grass in Alberta. Grateful for the wisdom of the ages.
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Rooted in the land…
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Lovely
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Thank you 😊
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Beautiful, Sue.
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Thank you, Dian.
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