Tulip frenzy at the Toronto Botanical Garden.
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I’d like to imagine that this was what Mad-Eye Moody’s place would have looked like. Despite his rough exterior, he had a love for reading fiction, recycling, and arranging flowers.
“Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.