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in beds where flowers grow well-kept, neat and clean they've let the kale and cabbage go it's rather a pitiful scene they grew quite tall, they flowered and then they went to seeds now they're looking oh so cowered they could be seen as weeds their stems are gnarled and knotted the ends are brittle brown their roots will soon be rotted the whole plant is dragging down please someone be gentle save them embarrassment these lovely ornamentals that once were so elegant
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
It's Their Time
in beds where flowers grow well-kept, neat and clean they've let the kale and cabbage go it's rather a pitiful scene they grew quite tall, they flowered and then they went to seeds now they're looking oh so cowered they could be seen as weeds their stems are gnarled and knotted the ends are brittle brown their roots will soon be rotted the whole plant is dragging down please someone be gentle save them embarrassment these lovely ornamentals that once were so elegant
The retirement home where I spend three afternoons a week as a caregiver has a very large property. The flower beds are generally kept pristine, with change-outs of annuals with change of season. The ornamental kale and cabbage looked beautiful all fall and winter, but they've gone well-past their prime. They look sad and just ready to go.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
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