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My memory of the Royal Botanical Gardens in Trinidad is picnics on the lawn surrounded by rose bushes and rolling down the "hill" which must have been more if a mound, but as a child everything seems huge. I relate too, to the unintentional neglect of some dear plants due to uprooting and starting over here. I'm hoping they will forgive me and show themselves once they know I'm more committed. Such beautiful prose, Marchelle. I have loved reading this.


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