KATHERINE MANSFIELD

Your glimpse of the garden, all flying green and gold, made me wonder again who is going to write about that flower garden. It might be so wonderful, do you know how I mean? There would be people walking in the garden—several pairs of people—their conversation—their slow pacing—their glances as they pass one another—the pauses as the flowers ‘come in’ as it were—as a bright dazzle, an exquisite haunting scent, a shape so formal and fine, so much a ‘flower of the mind’ that he who looks at it really is tempted for one bewildering moment to stoop and touch and make sure. The ‘pairs’ of people must be very different and there must be a slight touch of enchantment—some of them seeming so extraordinarily ‘odd’ and separate from the flowers, but others quite related and at ease… it’s full of possibilities. I must have a fling at it as soon as I have time