Spring is just around the corner, so here’s a timely picture of Lovecraft the gardener…

One wonders if he dreamed that night of planting beds of narcotic flowers amid humid seas of weird-perfumed foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams, and of weaving his way down neglected sunken paths giving the illusion the garden had no end — and that might it even merge with hoary dream paths older than garden-girdled Babylon…? 😉