Talking about English flowers

I quote from memory—but that's hard to beat, don't you think? But I am all for feathery-topped carrots—don't you love pulling up carrots, shaking them clean and tossing them on to a heap! And feeling the cauliflowers to see which one is ready to cut. Then Out comes your knife. When I was about the height of a garden spade I spent weeks—months—watching a man do all these things and wandering through canes of yellow butter beans and smelling the spotted speckled broad bean flowers and helping to plant Giant Edwards and White Elephants. Oh, dear, I do love gardens! Think of little lettuces and washing radishes under the garden tap. I'd better stop. I just saw you climb into a cherry tree, and leaning against the trunk of the tree I saw and smelt the sweet sticky gum. But we'll have all these things.

I bought you one of the most exquisite little boxes yesterday I've ever seen. You know how some things belong to people. It stood on a shelf in the shop and said R. M. so I carried it off and I'll bring it home.