Search Results for: Azaleas grafted
and sullen, so changed from the early afternoon, and the steady, insistent rain could not disturb the quietude of the valley; the rain and the rivulet mingled with one another, and the liquid note of the blackbird fell upon the damp air in harmony with them both. i brushed the dripping heads of the azaleas
mine. here it was different. the happy valley knew no trespassers. we came to the end of the path, and the flowers formed an archway above our heads. we bent down, passing underneath, and when i stood straight again, brushing the raindrops from my hair, i saw that the valley was behind us, and the azaleas...
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17899948-rebecca