Fragrant Quote for September 2nd 2012 from The Sweet Earth by John Galsworthy

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The Sweet Earth by John Galsworthy
I went out into the wind— the first southwest wind after many days of easterly drought. All the morning it had rained, but now the gray sky was torn; the sun shone, and long white clouds were driven over pools of blue, or piled up into heavenly mountains. The land of moor and valley, the hills and fields and woods gleamed in the sunlight, or were shadowed dark by the drifting clouds. Moss on the top of the old gray walls was wet, but warm to the touch; the birds—daws, pigeons, hawks—flung themselves at the wind. And the scent! Every frond of the bracken, each sprig of the furze and the heather, all the soughing boughs of young pine-tree and oak, and the grass, gray-powdered with rain, were exhaling their fragrance, so that each breath drawn was a draft of wild perfume.

And in one's heart rose an ecstasy of love for this wind-sweetened earth, for the sun, and the clouds, the rain, and the wind, the trees and the flowering plants, for the streams and the rocks—a passion for this earth which breeds us all, and into which we reabsorb, as untutored, wild, and natural as the love of life in the merest dumb thing that knows nothing of ideals, of Country, realms, and policies, nothing of War.