Fragrant Quote for February 13th, 2012 from Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey By Washington Irving

Fragrant Quote for February 13th, 2012 from Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey By Washington Irving

In the day-time I was still less able to write. It was broad summer. The haymakers were at work in the fields, and the perfume of the new-mown hay brought with it the recollection of my native fields. So instead of remaining in my room to write, I went wandering about Primrose Hill and Hempstead Heights and Shepherd's Field, and all those Arcadian scenes so celebrated by London bards. I cannot tell you how many delicious hours I have passed lying on the cocks of new-mown hay, on the pleasant slopes of some of those hills, inhaling the fragrance of the fields, while the summer fly buzzed above 'me, or the grasshopper leaped into my bosom; and how I have gazed with half-shut eye upon the smoky mass of London, and listened to the distant sound of its population, and pitied the poor sons of earth toiling in its bowels, like Gnomes in "the dark gold mine."

Fragrant Quote for February 13th, 2012 from Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey By Washington Irving