“The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.” ― From

Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
“The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.” ― From
“Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.” — Theodore Roethke, from “The Stony Garden” in Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore
“Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.” – George Meredith * My neighbours have plumy ornamental grasses whose seven-foot tall
“In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no