Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Never a truer word spoken....

"This little space which scented box encloses
Is blue with lupins and is sweet with thyme
My garden all is overblown with roses,
My spirit is all overblown with rhyme,
As like a drunken honeybee I waver
From house to garden and again to house,
And undetermined which delight to favour,
On verse and rose alternately carouse."

Vita Sackville-West 1917

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