It’s a rainy old morning in Canberra. It’s all dim and damp and cool, and all things are fairly happy. I’ve been to the garden this morning, as usual, and I’ve some photos of the garden, with Adele’s plot in the foreground, and a bit of my plot.
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<a href='http://localhost/~sam/wp-samwilson.id.au/?attachment_id=80'><img width="90" height="150" src="http://localhost/~sam/wp-samwilson.id.au/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/dscn0560.jpg" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="Broadbeans growning." /></a>
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<a href='http://localhost/~sam/wp-samwilson.id.au/?attachment_id=81'><img width="112" height="150" src="http://localhost/~sam/wp-samwilson.id.au/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/dscn0556.jpg" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="A bit of my plot." /></a>
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<a href='http://localhost/~sam/wp-samwilson.id.au/?attachment_id=82'><img width="150" height="112" src="http://localhost/~sam/wp-samwilson.id.au/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/dscn0558.jpg" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="The garden, with Adele's plot in the foreground." /></a>
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