Fragrant Quote for November 20th, 2011 from Alice Lorraine: a tale of the South Downs By Richard Doddridge Blackmore

Fragrant Quote for November 20th, 2011 from Alice Lorraine: a tale of the South Downs By Richard Doddridge Blackmore

The last glance of sunset was being reflected under the eaves of twilight when these two came to their home and comfort in the bay of the quiet land. From the foot of the steep white cliff,the green sward spread itself with a gentle slope, and breaks of roughness here and there, until it met the depth of corn-land, where the feathering bloom appeared—for the summer was a hot one— reared upon its jointed stalk, and softened into a silver-gray by the level touch of evening. The little powdered stars of wheat bloom could not now be seen, of course; neither the quivering of the awns, nor that hovering radiance, which in the hot day moves among them. Still the scent was on the air, the delicate fragrance of the wheat, only caught by waiting for it, when the hour is genial.