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The watering can sits amid the garden greenery and the newly opened flowers, itself a warm cream with free-spirited black swirls.

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The watering can sits upon a rock at a subtle jaunty angle, yet quite firm where it is. Within is rain-water from the good storms of the night before, and the outer royal blue paint is washed to a clean shine.

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The watering can had an antique look to it, not polished or posh, but as if it had been fashioned from the husks of olden days cars.

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The watering can was small, the sort one might expect adorning the window sill of some favourite aunt or grandmother. It was pretty with a red-rose floral decoration stretching upon duck-egg blue.