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Description We have all see the fences when the
garden takes off and grows without containment. Plants run into each
others' turf and creep through the picket fence. Gardens often remind me
of trying to raise a family. Nothing happens in order and along with the
weeds are a lot of beautiful blossoms. This painting comes framed
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