a few photos from around Rosemoor Gardens North Devon......
the miracle of nature ..... it’s all around us .... we are sooooooo lucky
Come slowly—Eden
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines
As the fainting Bee—
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines
As the fainting Bee—
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—
Enters—and is lost in Balms.
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—
Enters—and is lost in Balms.
– Emily Dickinson
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