This morning, Herself and Beloved Husband went out to look for pots for the new plants. (Beloved Husband -- he of the green thumb, in contrast to Herself's accidental penchant for causing plants to perish -- has procured several new rose bushes for the yard, and it will be best to pot them rather than to try to root them in the rocky, dense dirt.) The deep blue and the rich maroon of the glazed pots were lovely. 'Tis truly a pity Herself has no plant skills.
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