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A HANKERING AFTER THE HERBACEOUS BY OONAH V JOSLIN Maybe I like the way weeds grow during heavy rain steam rising visible heat from stone to stem the droop, drip, drop rose petals to ground the sky in a lily flower how leaves turn. Maybe I like the snail's progress up damp brickwork how coarse grass lies limp water courses down glass a vertical drench turns toy windmills quarter by quarter spilling from the tips of foxgloves. Maybe I love the way mint reflects freshness chives reflect heat rhubarb creaks as it grows sea holly spikes my strange cocktail of a garden. I drink it all in and who are you to criticise? I may not have a gardener's eye but they're my weeds. Gyroscope Review 16-4 Page ! 6