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There’s a joy in mere existence that the raptured soul consumes

When the golden-rod is budding and the Spanish-needle blooms.

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The goldenrod is budding—and you cannot help but smile when you see their yellow hues.

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Just when you thought that all morning glories were purple—out pops a wild vine that has taken over parts of our garden that is called “Scarlet Morning Glory".

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