Honeysuckle, roses pink & white, periwinkles, syringas, red hot pokers, those yellow flowers - the ground is smothered. Fruit trees with promise of harvest, the hot lake & pools, even the homely clothes-prop in the lush grass - & more mimosa. The birds are magical. I feel I cannot leave but pluck the honeysuckle, & the splashes of light lie in the pine wood.
Katherine Mansfield, from her Notebooks