The Garden
The Garden 1 " We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time ' Time that impudent jester leads us merrily down the valley of confusion. A few wakes, a few sleeps and here we are back treading the paths with Clarence. The crisp, warm air brings vaulted scents of perfume, pipe smoke, laughter and honest toil and sweat. It is that delicacy of creation; that perfection of colour and shade that shows God's microcosm of Earthly delight; contained within the petals of a flower. What mind devised that vibrancy of colour? beyond the painter's imagination, transfixing us, to the spot; whilst the iPhone armada point and click leaving us a digital reminder of location, time and memory, with...