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winter cress

May 7, 2017 by Dave Bonta

‪The first dame’s-rocket are coming out: dabs of purple among the banks of winter cress and garlic mustard. Basically, it’s rocket season.‬

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dame's-rocket, garlic mustard, winter cress
May 7, 2016 by Dave Bonta

All the tulip trees I’ve planted over the years are shimmering towers of pale green. A rabbit’s ears twitch in a patch of wild mustard.

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May 18, 2015 by Dave Bonta

It’s wild mustard season, the yard dotted with purple dame’s-rocket, white garlic mustard, and among the cattails a riot of yellow rocket.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cattails, dame's-rocket, garlic mustard, winter cress

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