While I was crocheting, it made me think of plants such as deadly nightshade, foxglove and bleeding heart, and I felt as though I was deep in 'verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways', surrounded by 'fast-fading violets' and 'musk-roses', and enveloped in 'beechen green' shadows. (At least I would have something to lay my head on as I fell into a 'drowsy numbness'.)