The alliterative prelude to a verbal bouquet of flowers, perfume-fanning the colour bursts of alliums, foxgloves, poppies and columbines.Â
Sarah had filled the house with flowers from the garden at our farm twelve miles away in Sussex: sweet-smelling stocks, the firework alliums called Schubertii, creamy speckled foxgloves, some crinkled Iceland poppies and dark purple columbines.Â
Source: Adam Nicolson, Sissinghurst: An unfinished history (London: Harper Press, 2009), p. 163
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