Food 'n Flowers,
Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age, said William Shakespeare, adding
Now, my fair’st friend,
I would I had some flowers o’ the spring that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let’st fall
From Dis’s waggon! daffodils,
And on food he said, If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
and in another play added: Unquiet meals make ill digestions.
There is much to picture in this lovely topic of the world - but the main factor in the choice of image is the special light which enhances and enriches the encapsulation of its finite existence in time.
BUT the final choice is yours to make..
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