
Six Word Saturday
A visit to local Arboretum.
If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is.
~ J. B. Yeats
Alone,
with many marks,
she is silent, the pain is not,
just untold
Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees
The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life. ~ The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture)
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of your life! ~Unknown
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
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