If on the train from London, Charing Cross to Hastings, sit on the left of the train and look out for the fields of lavender after Orpington and just before Sevenoaks.
Today, winged seeds twirl in the wind, presaging autumn, when summer is barely with us.
Copses on the sunlit common have deep and mysterious depths.
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Who needs Provence?
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