Ferns, bold and returning a book.

1. There's the scent of ferns, and now I will always be looking for an excuse to weed this pot.

2. The wood pigeon doesn't even look my way when I clap to chase it off my coriander pot. 

3. My dad returns a book that I'd forgotten I'd lent him. Now I see it, I wonder if the sequel has come out.

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