By feorlean

LD 448 Full many a flower....

I had that line going through my head all day after I glimpsed this tiny little delicate but solitary splash of pastel colour in a green wood earlier this morning.   I

Colour has been the theme of the week for me, for some reason, but in the end I had to look it up...

“Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.” 
― Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard

Not that you could call Argyll a desert, but you get the point.  

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