The so-called sham-amateurism exists entirely in the imagination of the few—the very few—discontented Professionals, and in the mischief-making columns of certain negligeable journals.

[…] flights of small, low-flying brown doves chased one another to and fro, and bee-eaters, emerald-green, curvetted like slow swallows.

Like most women, I'm not a crazed loveaholic.

drooping flowers