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Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half is deep-red leaves down on the pavement.
So as you know I got 10 nanking cherries this spring. I didn’t mention this in my earlier post on these babies, but the nursery I bought them from does hardiness tests, so whatever they do with them it determines if they will survive the freeze/thaw cycle we get here in zone 3. 388 more words