I was traveling southwest Ireland with folks who know their flowers. Unfortunately I was unable to absorb any of their knowledge via osmosis. I only know that flowers grew everywhere in such beautiful colors, rich textures, and romantic aromas that my senses were in overdrive.
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Lovely. I can name the foxgloves but that is about it…
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One of the plants is a heebie or heebee or some such thing.
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That’s about as much as I know about flowers…they grow and they are beautiful colors! Lovely pictures.
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Thanks!
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Aye the one wi the big purplre flower is . We have some of those . I should avhe known cos I put them in x
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I think they were the oddest because of their funky leaf system. But very pretty.
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I literally have thousands of flower pictures. Can’t tell you exactly what kind of flowers any of them are!
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That makes me feel so much better!
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An excellent bouquet – with a bee
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