All the hard weather

Who would have thought my shriveled heart
Could have recovered greenness? It was gone
Quite underground; as flowers depart
To see their mother-root, when they have blown,
Where they together
All the hard weather,
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.

George Herbert, The Flower

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Two cullings for today:

• XEN (part four) from BlackthornCreative’s Photoblog
• Death Becomes You from Stranded in Kenmare