One of my favourite things about summer evenings is the Sweet Peas. Picking a bunch, arranging them in a vase oon my bedside table and waking up to thioer intoxicatingly sweet scent the next day is a pleasure like no other.
''Here are sweet-peas, on tip-toe for a flight:
with wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white,
and taper fingers catching all things,
to bind them all about with tiny rings.''
John Keats
(no one quite intimates summer like Keats, one of my favourite poets)
(no one quite intimates summer like Keats, one of my favourite poets)
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