Old Friend

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Going back to some of these accounts after the space of years and tending the same plants is like seeing an old lover and touching their face after so long, which too has happened to me lately. It's so familiar and intimate and nurturing, and sometimes worrying or horrifying: WHO died? WHAT happened to you? It's lovely to feel this one sliding to it's natural two-week watering cycle, that one always greeting me so thirstily ...

And then there's outdoors.