She's got it in her head that blue is the main colour though. "What colour is that flower?" I ask, she says "boo" first, then when we say no, attempts to say the correct colour (she can say red, for the tulips, but not yellow, for the dandelions; it's something like "yay-yay" at the moment).
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Anyway, it's a relief to be able to turn yesterday's despair and fear into industriousness. Tomatoes and onions planted, pear tree full of promise, peach and plum saplings looking promising for a few fruits each, and space for the potatoes, carrots and peas being worked on.
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