“Lady’s Smocks all silver white and cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight.” William Shakespeare, Love’s Labours Lost.
I bought some seeds of Lady’s Smock, will start them in the hothouse (merely snug), and plant them out by the tiny trickle running to the pond. I have hopes of a mauve mist across the meadow some day.
I bought some seeds of Lady’s Smock, will start them in the hothouse (merely snug), and plant them out by the tiny trickle running to the pond. I have hopes of a mauve mist across the meadow some day.