LONDON, in the first days of spring, has buds
that open and flowers that suddenly shake their petals—white, purple, or
crimson—in competition with the display in the garden beds, although these city
flowers are merely so many doors flung wide in Bond Street and the
neighbourhood, inviting you to look at a picture, or hear a symphony, or merely
crowd and crush yourself among all sorts of vocal, excitable, brightly coloured
human beings. But, all the same, it is no mean rival to the quieter process of
vegetable florescence. Night and Day (364)
Monday, March 30, 2015
London in Spring: March 30, 2015
LONDON, in the first days of spring, has buds
that open and flowers that suddenly shake their petals—white, purple, or
crimson—in competition with the display in the garden beds, although these city
flowers are merely so many doors flung wide in Bond Street and the
neighbourhood, inviting you to look at a picture, or hear a symphony, or merely
crowd and crush yourself among all sorts of vocal, excitable, brightly coloured
human beings. But, all the same, it is no mean rival to the quieter process of
vegetable florescence. Night and Day (364)
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