Pampas lined walk

This plant always reminds me of something from my childhood. my mom was always telling us how she loved this plant. She had planted one in the garden, but it was tiny and would take a long time to produce the grasses. My brother turned up with arm full of grasses one day, not saying where he had got them from, it was only hours later when the policeman turned up at the door, did we find out they were from someone's garden. My mom hit the roof. Memories.
I enjoyed my zumba class yesterday, good fun,not how some spell zumba but it did make me laugh, see yesterday's blip if you must.



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