On the rare occasions that both scent and feel But the weeds and the herbs didn't smell anything alike, so I never understood why she had such trouble with them. May was spiky and stung the fingers, same as ocherine. Fakefern had a fan-shaped frond just like sweet ire running Grew in Nimaro were similar in form to her most prized herbs. It was the weeding that my mother feared, because many of the weeds that Gardening, however, was not one of those things. "Oree," she would say whenever I sought to prove my independence, "it's all right to need help. I couldn't really blame her my father still laughed over whatever I'dÄone to the laundry that one time I tried. Territory, and she didn't quite trust me with them. I'd had to fight for it, because my mother's terraces were famous throughout the Gardening was my favorite task of the day.
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