At the Arboretum last week, just after the crowds of Lilac Sunday (and needless to say, lilacs of all colors were still in bloom). It's such a riot of color and texture and smells but it is so tidy and kempt (that isn't a word, is it?) that it feels as though I should be wearing a starched shirt. OK, a lightly starched shirt. Or maybe just a tie...
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