06-22-2016, 11:42 PM
And here was I, heading home with thoughts of Solomon's Mountain-Flowers -- this doesn't ring the thought exactly, since I was more fixated on said mountain flowers being already one with the gardener, but it's close enough to resonate, with little points of titillation of its own (say, sonnets the fourteen spots, bees being part of puberty's metaphor, and, my favorite, foxglove as itself the sly lover's glove). Absolutely lovely! -- although, in a more "objective" mind, perhaps if deprived of the picture pedestrian, but then I'm not a (esoteric) botanist yet, and really, with that story about your garden in mind (which, if it wasn't so obstructive, I'd recommend putting in, since it adds even more weight), the picture is the essence, isn't it? Or are those nectar-spots in the foxglove's definitions ubiquitous?