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“There is not a creature in all this part of the world who could in the least understand with what heart-beatings I am looking forward to the flowering of these roses, and not a German gardening book that does not relegate all tea-roses to hot-houses, imprisoning them for life, and depriving them for ever of the breath of God.”

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Book:Elizabeth and Her German Garden
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Elizabeth and Her German Garden

This book offers a unique perspective on the personal garden of Queen Elizabeth II, located in Germany. It provides insights into her gardening habits, the history of the garden, and the beauty of the landscape. The narrative is a blend of personal anecdotes and observations, offering readers a glimpse into the private life of the queen. more

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Elizabeth von Arnim
Elizabeth von Arnim

Elizabeth von Arnim, born on August 31, 1866, and died on February 9, 1941, was a prominent German novelist of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Known for her unique female perspective and delicate emotional descriptions, she left a lasting impact on German literature. more

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