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| First leaves of the Beech-tree, slowely unfolding like the wings of the butterfly |
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| The Donze still in the centre, keeping it safe from the cold. It has served well. |
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| The Rose-Cone of a Larix, no needles yet, have to wait for a while. |
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| No questions why this is called ´the hollow lane´ |
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| The First Ferns in the woods, it was nice warm in the shallow of a small valley. |
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| Also so fragile Fern, like a baby, slowly streching out in covered in Donze feathers. |
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| The 'normal' Buttercup, bot still so wonderfull. |
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| " ... hm ... I'm sure I left my car-keys some where over here ..." |
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| Makes me think of the Anamones in the tropical see |
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| Oh 'Daisy, we never forget you |
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| Also the soft Donze ... |
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| Castle Doorwerdt. |
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| The Treecreeper is also having a good time at the Castle Wall |
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| And also for me having a good Sping Time Beer. |
