Pretty much ever since I got home in June, a constant little mantra of "I love it here I love it here I love it here" has been ringing in my ears. Here's one small reason why: solidly into December, a perky little arrangement of narcissus, fern, snowdrops, arum, and lambs ear all from the garden. If I could count on everyone liking the smell of the paperwhites, they'd be in every bouquet heading out of this joint. Luckily I'm content to enjoy them here at home.
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