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Pink!

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Pink petunias
suspended from white porch rail –
gift to passerby.

(For Cee’s FOTD)

14 thoughts on “Pink!”

Liz Gauffreau says:

September 4, 2020 at 9:20 pm

Yes, those porch rail flowers are a gift to passersby! I should be more grateful for them.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 4, 2020 at 9:52 pm
  
  I am not a gardener, and my neighbours put me to shame, but I do enjoy their efforts.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    September 5, 2020 at 8:15 am
    
    🙂
    
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Rupali says:

September 4, 2020 at 2:35 pm

Such bright colours.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 4, 2020 at 2:49 pm
  
  Thanks.
  
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oneletterup says:

September 4, 2020 at 11:55 am

Beautiful splash of color 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 4, 2020 at 2:49 pm
  
  Thanks.
  
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  1. oneletterup says:
    
    September 4, 2020 at 5:12 pm
    
    Welcome!
    
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Teresa says:

September 4, 2020 at 10:27 am

It’s a happy colour.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 4, 2020 at 10:59 am
  
  It really is. Thanks.
  
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Heart to Heart says:

September 4, 2020 at 10:08 am

Love the colour! So cheery!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 4, 2020 at 10:59 am
  
  Thanks
  
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Deborah says:

September 4, 2020 at 7:35 am

So lovely! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 4, 2020 at 9:13 am
  
  Thanks Deborah!
  
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