Phlox, now!

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. Tolkein, in "The Little House of Lost Play"

 

With prayers for Japan.

Done