Many years ago I lived in Germany and a delightful little girl named Gabriella that I befriended used to bring me the most colourful hand-picked aquilegia (columbine) from her garden. I worried that she might be taking them without permission, but one day her dad came over with her to reassure me they were a gift from the family. They are such pretty flowers.
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