In a sunken lane, away from prying eyes, ( except for mine, and a cow or two's)
A wilding lilac chose to live
In a sweet mesalliance with a daggle-taggle hedgerow broom.
"Mauve to yellow, lilac to gold, mon beau genet, we complement each other so;
No cruel-spined berberis or poison-pod laburnum
Could be a match for me as you are!"
" Ah my dear!"
Hello Lucy
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to combine your 2 languages, just as you combine your writing with your photography.
AND Le babyfoot too...liked that!
Thankyou for visiting my blog, Lucy.
Have a great w/end.