Print, woodruff and on my feet.

1. I am invited to marvel at and even touch a 500-year-old print that has just arrived through the post.

2. A carpet of woodruff in a shaded spot -- rosettes of golden leaves and white flowers.

3. The sun heat saved in the balcony's surface soaks through my socks.

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