Best and dearest flower that grows, Perfect both to see and smell; Words can never, never tell Half the beauty of a Rose— Buds that open to disclose Fold on fold of purest white, Lovely pink, or red that glows Deep, sweet-scented. What delight To be Fairy of the Rose! The Rose Fairy, Cicely MaryContinue reading “Rose”

Lemon Balm

A vine did all the hollow cave embrace, Still green, yet still ripe bunches gave it grace. Four fountains, one against another, pour’d Their silver streams; and meadows all enflower’d With sweet balm-gentle, and blue violets hid, That deck’d the soft breasts of each fragrant mead. Hermes in Calypso’s Island (from Odyssey V), George ChapmanContinue reading “Lemon Balm”


My berries cluster black and thick For rich and poor alike to pick. I’ll tear your dress, and cling, and tease, And scratch your hands and arms and knees. I’ll stain your fingers and your face, And then I’ll laugh at your disgrace. But when the bramble-jelly’s made, You’ll find your trouble well repaid. FlowerContinue reading “Blackberry”


These are fragrant acres where Evening comes long hours late And the still unmoving air Cools the fevered hands of Fate. Meadows where the afternoon Hangs suspended in a flower And the moments of our doom Drift upon a weightless hour. And we who thought that surely night Would bring us triumph or defeat OnlyContinue reading “Clover”


Despite his concern about having enough money to feed them and keep them housed, he also spent precious coins on ginger to sooth her nausea and raspberry leaf and red-clover tea to support strong qi. Paper Wife by Laila Ibrahim History of Raspberry Discovered in Neolithic times, raspberries have been enjoyed by humans for millennia.Continue reading “Raspberry”


The angels, and everything named after them, Are mine. Angelica archangelica, q.v.: the compound umbels of its small white flower; the liquer flavored by its roots and fruits; the sugary sweetness of its candied stems. Only parsley, really, yet I sensed its glory: I enter words. It’s what was given me. Angelica Archangelica by JudithContinue reading “Angelica”


I smelt the rich scent of the heating spices; and admired the shining kitchen utensils, the polished clock, decked in holly, the silver mugs ranged on a tray ready to be filled with mulled ale for supper; and above all, the speckless purity of my particular care – the scoured and well-swept floor. Wuthering Heights, EmilyContinue reading “Holly”