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honesty. It's one of the many plants that grew in the garden of my childhood. I remember being small, looking at the intricate markings through the semi-translucent seed pods, and watching my mum transform these 'spent' plants into beautiful dried flower

visiting my plot. I put seed out for them which the pigeons couldn't reach (they had their own), and fashioned a snow-proof feeding station using an umbrella, which sheltered the birds and seed from snow. I left chopped apples in the borders. Everything