Each May the clematis, as if divine gift to lift my garden, comes into sweet-nectar bloom.
Blooms grew in newly fragranced air, the sweet petals that fluttered reflected by the honeyed-sweetness within.
Blooms grew in every street crack and verge, the nature-planted seeds that were ready to parade their colours upon the first warm-kiss of wind.
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