creating something out of a lot of little nothings
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood ... a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. ~ Katherine Mansfield
Saturday, 9 July 2011
This is one of the last remaining Hebes that I have left after the disastrous winter. Now in full flower showing off that it survived.