“Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.” ― A.A. Milne

 “Hampshire was dressed in scarlet and brilliant orange, the hounds were out four mornings a week, and the last baskets of fruit had been harvested from heavy-laden trees. Now that the hay had been cut, the raucous corncakes had left the fields, their clamor replaced by the liquid notes of song-thrushes and the chatter of yellow buntings.”

― Lisa Kleypas, Scandal in Spring