Quotes About Lime trees

The river this morning was brown and sluggish with a never-ending flotilla of barges and boats, the commerce of the city. No lilacs here. No scent of a hay meadow or of a stand of lime trees, only the stink of a noxious city. Frobisher felt his soul shrivel.

Grey cloth coaxes the lime trees of friends shadowing berries dropped by the grateful earth.