#I'm chatting about homely #Sunday, January 21, 2024 The weather is sunny and cold
When I got up early and ran back to the courtyard door, I met the gardeners on the property, who were busy pruning the begonia trees on both sides of the road, and the holly trees also had some unknown flowers and plants.
I stood and talked to the florists, and I asked them if this was also for spring. An older florist smiled and said, "Yes." There was also a florist, standing next to him, probably an assistant, and she looked up and smiled at me. I saw her face, covered with chilblains, black and purple, which made people feel pity. She also wore a mask, but the thick mask did not block the cold, working outdoors every day, wind, snow and frost, invading her limbs. It's not for life, who will suffer from that toil, wound and frost.
I remembered that in the southwest corner of the courtyard, the vine of the neighbor's creeper had crossed the fence and set up in my courtyard, disturbing the growth of my bauhinia and grapes, and also affecting the freshness and beauty, so I wanted to borrow the hand of a florist to prune them. When I made this request, the old gardener readily agreed. He set up a ladder and, with the scissors in his hand, cut the branches very neatly.
The southwest corner of my courtyard was no longer so cluttered and refreshing.
