Random Garden Pics: Winter Purple Shamrocks

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This shot is out along my front walk:
Purple Shamrocks, Dusty Miller in the background, Shasta Daisy greens to the bottom left and directly behind the strawberry pot & shamrocks are the tall spikes of my Siberian iris.


 

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