Dear Whistler, you are more than welcome to leave your automobile in the HoF hydrangea patch as long as you wish. It has not been . . . satisfactory of late (green hydrangeas? I grow faint). Perhaps you could offer some suggestions, in addition to the welcome organic contribution dripping from the engine?
_________________ “There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
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