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