Spring! Spring!  
The white roses and the jasmine bloomed on our old garden wall, and the deliciously fragrant¹ honeysuckle hung its long garlands over it.
 
I began to live there from morning until night in closest intimacy² with the plants and the old stones. I listened to the sound of the water as it plashed in the shade of the majestic³ plum tree, I studied the grasses and the wood

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