Life is the flower for which love is the honey; this Victor Hugo quote keeps popping in my head as we are walking in the Kew Gardens with F*. He is explaining the history of the place, but he looks too cute for me to be focus on what he is saying, so I drink him in like the nectar of a blossom.
We walk in the palace, and I am moved from the story of King George III and Charlotte Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. F* talks to me about their lives, their children, their descendants with a depth of knowledge that I find fascinating and I cannot help but smile.
We walk past the Pagoda and afterwards to the greenhouse. We stop at the orchids and choose our favourites. We grab a quick drink, and move towards the exit. We lie down on the grass, and I don’t want this moment to end. I am happy, truly happy.