I looked round me. I was on what seemed to be a little lawn in a garden, surrounded by rhododendron bushes, and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail-stones.
Eg leit meg í kring. Eg var á tí, sum sá út til at vera ein lítil grasvøllur, í einum urtagarði, umgirðdur av alpurósurunnum, og eg varnaðist, at teirra bláreyðu og korkalittu blómur fullu niður av heglingsælinum.