I eat flaxseed and have seen blonde hair described as ‘flaxen’, but in reading this I realize I have never seen flax grow.  And what a refreshing image of a river plaiting a long green strand of clear water through the flax fields.

‘The river Enns … came winding out of its valley and into the Danube, where it turned downstream to plait a long pale green strand of clear mountain water into the dun-coloured flax.’

 

Source: Patrick Leigh Fermor, A Time of Gifts (London: Penguin Books, 1977), p. 152

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