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“Gradually she became aware of the moon daisies and the scent of the lime
flowers that were just beginning to blossom. Today’s sunshine, after rain in the
night, was bringing it out. She turned round and looked up at the bunches of
pale green, not unlike her vine flowers. The scent too was not unlike though the
scent of the vine flowers was delicate and this was strong and powerful as the
vibrating hum of the bees who were gathering the honey. The sunshine, striking
down in rods of light through the ceiling of green leaves, was gold as that
honey. There was goodness here, in scent and sound and splendour of light, and
if it gave no explanation of man’s tragedy it gave reassurance."

from The Scent of Water
by Elizabeth Goudge
(p.144)