Fragrance Quote for January 19th, 2012 fromOur home in the marsh land; or, Days of auld lang syne, by E.L.F. By E L. F, Our home

On we went along the flat dyke-bordered Marsh roads, with the wide green Marsh stretching away on every side, with the low purple Wolds on the horizon, the sweet scent of the hay everywhere, and the countless shining lines of still, deep water set in gold of the marshmallows and turquoise of forget-me-nots. Here the tall sword - rushes, with their silvery brown plumes, whispered King Midas' secret to every passing breeze; farther on, the air was heavy with the rich fragrance of the meadow-sweet, or occasionally we passed between low round hedges made glorious with wreaths of purple and yellow vetch. Everywhere the larks were singing out of sight, and the yellow-hammer was calling for his 'little bit of bread and no—o—o cheese;' but except for sounds like these, the Marsh was very still.
Our home in the marsh land; or, Days of auld lang syne, by E.L.F.
By E L. F, Our home