We knew that land once, You and I, and once wandered there in the long days now gone by...

There was neither night nor day, an ever~eve of glooming light, when first there glimmered into sight The Cottage Of Lost Play. New~built it was, yet very old, white and thatched with straw of gold, and pierced with peeping lattices that looked toward the sea; and our own childrens' garden~plots were there; our own forget~me~nots, red daisies, cress and mustard, and radishes for tea. There all the borders, trimmed with box, were filled with favourite flowers, with phlox, with lupins, pinks, and hollyhocks, beneath a red may~tree; and all the gardens full of folk that their own little language spoke, but not to You and Me. ~ J. R. R. Tolkien































































Tuesday, April 6, 2010

In the garden the most curious flowers were to be seen,

and on the most beautiful, little silver bells were fastened, which kept on tinkling, in order that no one might pass by without remarking on the flowers...



Thank you for dropping in!

Wishing you Spring Bliss ~*~*~*~*
Posted by Wren Cottage at 10:28 AM