Observations recorded in Virginia Woolf’s diary….

A violent rainstorm on the pond. The pond is covered with little white thorns: springing up and down: the pond is bristling with leaping white thorns, like the thorns on a small porcupine; bristles; then black waves cross it; and the little water thorns are white; a helter-skelter rain and the elms tossing it up and down; lily leaves tugging; the red flower swimming about; one leaf flapping; then completely smooth for a moment; then prickled; thorns like glass; leaping up and down incessantly; a rapid smirch of shadow. Now light from the sun; green and red; shiny; the pond a sage green; the grass brilliant red; red berries on the hedges; the cows very white; the purple over Asheham……………….

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