“I was returning home through the fields. It was the middle of summer. The meadows have been cleared and the rye was just about to be cut.There is a lovely selection of flowers for this season: reds, whites, pinks, fragrant, fluffy cereals| impudent daisies | milky white with a bright yellow center "love-dislike" with its rotten spicy stink | yellow colza with its honey smell | high standing purple and white tulip bells | creeping peas | yellow, red, pink, purple, neat scabioses | with slightly pink fluff and a slightly audible pleasant smell of plantain | cornflowers, bright blue in the sun and in youth, and blue and blushing in the evening and in old age | and tender, with an almond smell, immediately withering, dodder flowers ... "