I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
where oxslips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.
(William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Oberon, Act 2. Scene 1.)
While you are up to date with where that particular kinky dream led, I still couldn’t resist the title when CM sent me this edit from one of the photographs we took on Sara’s dam wall just over a year ago.
For an alternative angle of my boobs also shot by Craig M. you may care to check out my 2018 FPF post Circles in the Grass…