Monday, February 2, 2015

February Dreams

Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream. ~Barbara Winkler


February is merely as long as is needed to
pass the time until March. ~Dr. J.R. Stockton



Saturday, January 31, 2015

Wings of the Night


Strange things blow in through my window
on the wings of the night wind and I don't
worry about my destiny. ~Carl Sandburg 


Our words have wings, but fly not 
where we would. ~George Eliot



Friday, January 30, 2015

Bright Flight


His talent was as natural as the pattern that
was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings.
At one time he understood it no more than
the butterfly did and he did not know when it
was brushed or marred. ~Ernest Hemingway


How blessings brighten as they take
their flight. ~Edward Young







Thursday, January 29, 2015

Upward

The heights by great men reached and kept
were not attained by sudden flight, but they,
while their companions slept, were toiling
upward in the night. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


There are only two lasting bequests we can
hope to give our children. .One of these is
roots, the other, wings. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe




Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Flight From Wonder

The process of scientific discovery is in effect,
a continual flight from wonder. ~Albert Einstein



And even the sun in dawn chorus sings, 
a celestial melody to the earth below. ~Tjaden





Monday, January 26, 2015

Wings of Time

The simplicity of winter has a deep moral.
The return of Nature, after such a career of
splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple
and austere, is not lost either upon the head or heart. It is the philosopher coming back
from the banquet and the wine to a cup of 
water and a crust of bread. ~John Burroughs


Sadness flies away on the wings of time. ~Jean de La Fontaine



Monday, November 24, 2014

November Light

In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning 
glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of 
months of thought and care and toil. 
And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, 
do we get such superb colour effects as from
August to November." ~Rose G. Kingsley


I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. 
So I spend almost all the daylight hours 
in the open air. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne