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Since then, the flowers she had planted had spread all over the hill.

Already the jonquils were blooming in a flock by the front gate, and the periwinkles were coming on, blue by the porch steps.

In a week the hyacinths would spike out.

And the dogwood in early May, for Miss Ada's alfresco party ; ;

and after that the Japanese cherries.

Now the yard looked wet and bald, the trees bare under their buds, but in a while Miss Ada's flowers would bloom like a marching parade.

She had dug a hole for each bulb, each tree wore a tag with her writing on it ; ;

where would she go for her gardening now??

Somehow Winston didn't think she'd take to window boxes.