The lilacs on Lincoln were lovely.
They were past their bloom and their color had faded. And, yet, even through my muslin mask, I could smell their subtle scent.
And this with no Botanic Garden…
Anita Bushell: writer and editor
The lilacs on Lincoln were lovely.
They were past their bloom and their color had faded. And, yet, even through my muslin mask, I could smell their subtle scent.
And this with no Botanic Garden…