Orders, useful and beautiful and a dye.

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1. Deadheading. I want you to concentrate on flowers, not capers. The nose-twisting smell of nasturtium sap.

2. Nick's mother tells me to spend it on "something nice that you need."

3. This plant food is such a bright blue that I am afraid it will tint my garden with undersea colours.

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