Thursday, 2 February 2012

Kew Gardens

In the oval flower bed the snail, whose shell had been stained red, blue, and yellow for the space of two minutes or so, now appeared to be moving very slightly in its shell, and next began to labour over the crumbs of loose earth which broke away and rolled down as it passed over them.

(Virginia Woolf. Kew Gardens)

Gardening is cheaper than therapy and you get tomatoes.


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