In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In … More In Flanders Fields
“but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over.” — Kristin Armstrong Happy Birthday to all whose birthday might be today and to all whose day is simply one to enjoy. * * * Poppies, photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
“but nature always gets the last word, and what it says is usually untidy by human standards. But I find all states of nature beautiful, and because I want to delight in my garden, not rule it, I just accept my yen to tame the chaos on one day and let the Japanese beetles run … More “Gardeners may create order briefly out of chaos,
“When you say something, don’t be in the shadow; let everyone see you! Whatever you say always put your name under it! Be courageous enough not to use any mask; don’t forget that hiding among the bushes is the affair of the cowards! Let the Sun shines on your face and everyman see you!” — … More “Never hide yourself!