- Taos Mountain through the Holly Hocks
Holly Hocks
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Holly Hocks
Admired, loved, longed for… and now they are in my garden.
Admired, loved, longed for… and now they are in my garden.
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Annell, your blog has changed! Such a rich feast in here this morning. I love your foxy neighbor…..and the poem about loneliness as gift, time to give oneself what one needs……..so wonderful.
p.s. Hollyhocks remind me of my Grandma. Love the photos with Taos Mountain in the background. Beautiful!