Common families of flowering plants Book

3.5 Woolf and I don't always get along. I find her stream if consciousness novels, very difficult to comprehend at times, though without doubt she was a talented writer. This short story though is lovely. The colors, descriptions of the garden, the intricate details, made me yearn for our local arboretum. The butterflies, dragonflies, painting a wonderful scene. The people who visit, the man who remembers proposing to his wife here and others who walk through. It is the snail though that wins my heart, as Woolf returns to him a few times as he tries to navigate over a twig and continue on his way. Can find this in various forms on the web, including a librevox recording.