The first bloom on a lily our friend John gave us last year from some he had to dig up from his garden. Michael and I have become very fond of the pine tree in the background, which is in the front yard. Actually, we're really enjoying being in a property that has a front yard rather than a pile of rocks and some ancient railroad ties.
The paradox of insular language
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