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night-blooming | noctiflorous | night flowering | nyctanthous

night-flowering catchfly

floriculture [ flower | flower-growing | flower(GEMET) | Flower industry(STW) | flowers(UNBIS) ]

market flowers | selling flowers | flower sales | sell flowers

create a flower arrangement | creating flower arrangements | create flower arrangements | design flower arrangements

continous night work | continuous nights | permanent night shift work

monantha vetch | one-flower vetch | one-flowered vetch | one-leaved vetch | single-flowered vetch

day-night rearview mirror | day/night rearview mirror | day-night mirror | day/night mirror | non-glare mirror | dipping mirror

night view assist | night vision | night vision assist | night vision system

night work

All of a sudden, Trudeau, his cabinet and the Liberal Party slapped handcuffs on the wage aspirations of the average Canadian worker of 5% and 6%. Can anybody in the House forget where they were the night that happened, when Trudeau sat there in his expensive suit with a flower in his lapel and locked us into 5% and 6% wage increases over the next couple of years?

I live in the heart of a lost country yet one I've never left I was born here I'll die here a country that is no more but follows me everywhere I'd like to get out which I couldn't do they'd like to drive me out which they couldn't do sometimes it's so small that despite its great river and its lakes it's no bigger than a teardrop and sometimes so huge it goes on forever I took possession of it at birth proud discoverer out of my mother's womb like a caravel come from far beyond La Rochelle a country like the one I built in my childhood on Lake Saint Pierre among the cattails and reeds I put down my roots in the soil of legends so that the tree of my life draws the sap of poetry there a country of summers where fire my friend comes down fro ...[+++]m the zenith to swim with me a country of autumns where my inner forests sang flames of all colors a northern country with frosty eyes ice storm suns burning on snow a country where big flakes of snow geese melted into the pure air of spring in my country we're so crazy for beauty that meadow flowers turn into swallows and fly off on feathers of blue fragrance so crazy with music the icicles on the eves sound like a glass keyboard under little mallets of cold so crazy with magic that we see trees in January turn into great snowy owls under their down of frost so crazy for love that we stroke the skin of days and every river is a naked woman smiling on a bed of light no one dies in my country at every family gathering some of my most distant ancestors even those from 1663 from St-François du Havre de Grâce turn up with their instruments and start dancing if it happens one day I lose my lost country I'll become like the haggard homeless man who on winter nights at the end of a blind alley among trash and garbage cans makes his only home a dirty cardboard box

Not just because Mr Fiori is an important agricultural expert – he was the agriculture spokesman in the Lombardy Regional Assembly – and not only because of his name, ‘Fiori’, which could potentially make European agriculture the flower of Europe, but also because, last night, I dreamt, inter alia, that he was the biblical Joseph, interpreting dreams and thus managing to get grain during periods of famine in Egypt.

Not just because Mr Fiori is an important agricultural expert – he was the agriculture spokesman in the Lombardy Regional Assembly – and not only because of his name, ‘Fiori’, which could potentially make European agriculture the flower of Europe, but also because, last night, I dreamt, inter alia , that he was the biblical Joseph, interpreting dreams and thus managing to get grain during periods of famine in Egypt.