What a dreary-looking plant. Not pleased with the change of seasons. This is either sheep laurel or Labrador tea--it's hard to tell them apart until they bloom. I just liked the looks of these plants, they look so miserable, so glass-half-empty like. Oh, the poor things. I always attach human, or at least animal, attributes to plants, recognizing them as living things. That's why the flowers I grow never get very big--because I can't stand to thin the seedlings. I'm not a killer at heart.
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