blueflags

Updated: May 14, 2025

She loved the overlapping blue hills that stretched away endlessly from the rim of her valley, and the scarred crag that closed it from behind. She loved the climbing white roads, her chalky brook sung as a river by the early poets with its bordering poplars and willows and its processional display of violets, anemones, primroses, blueflags, and roses.

Frank Jewett Mather - The Collectors