KATHERINE MANSFIELD

I read of primroses in the paper. Primroses! Oh, what wouldn’t I give for some flowers. Oh Brett - this longing for flowers. I crave them. I think of them - of the feeling of tulip stems and petals, of the touch of violets and the light on marigolds & the smell of wall flowers. No, it does not bear writing about. I could kiss the earth that bears flowers. Alas, I love them far TOO much!