Fragrant Quote for May 10th, 2012 from a Summers End on the Itchen by W. B. Hudson
During the very hot days that followed it was pleasure enough to sit In the shade of the limes most of the day; there was coolness, silence, melody, fragrance; and, always before me, the sight of that moist green valley, which made one cool simply to look at it, and never wholly lost its novelty. The grass and herb...age grow so luxuriantly in the water-meadows that the cows grazing there were half hidden in their depths; and the green was tinged with the purple of seeding grasses, and red of dock and sorrel, and creamy white of meadow-sweet. The channels of the swift, many channelled river were fringed with the livelier green of sedges and reed-mace and darkest green of bulrushes, tipped with brown, and restful gray of reeds, not yet in flower.
The old limes were now in their fullest bloom; and the hotter the day the greater the fragrance, this flower, unlike the woodbine and sweet-briar, needing no dew nor rain to bring out its deliciousness. To me, sitting there, it was at the same time a bath and atmosphere of sweetness, but something more than that to all the honey-eating insects in the neighborhood. Their murmur was loud all day till dark, and from the lower branches that touched the grass with leaf and flower to their very tops the trees were peopled with tens and with hundreds of thousands of bees. Where they all came from was a mystery; somewhere there should be a great harvest of honey and wax as a result of all this noise and activity. It was a soothing noise, according with an idle man's mood in the July weather; and it harmonized with, forming so to speak, an appropriate background to, the various distinct and individual sounds of bird life.
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