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On the day I sat down to write this a box of dahlias and crocosmia arrived, its like a carnival of summer in a box, the winter pause makes this thought of color even more welcome. If it was constant carnival the carnival would not be so welcome. Like Lucy I embrace the 'ugliness' of the garden this time of year. Suddenly I am reminded of the song of the ugly duckling......