Bulbs, crimson and like her.

1. After coffee with our friends, Nick and I poke around the garden centre choosing bulbs for next spring.

2. Up the hill I can see the bright crimson leaves of a cherry tree facing the end of the growing season.

3. We are watching Ronja again. Bettany observes Lovis, tall and strong, taking charge of the robbers and her volatile husband, and says, 'I want to be like her.'

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