In a little stone hut, festooned with flowers, lives an old woman.
She is rarely seen, though sometimes a glimpse is had of a bent figure in the garden.
In the winter, the mud beige and chalk white walls are bare.
But come the spring, they are cloaked in green and shades of red.
She has won a local government award for the best dressed house in the street.
This is a lovely house, and garden.
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