After much patient effort, our rose bushes finally surprised us and all started to bloom, one after the other (maybe in the order that gets the most sun?) with some of the blossoms getting really big and beautiful.
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.” Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2.
“Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate.” Henry David Thoreau, Walden
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost-- J.R.R. Tolkien
"What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests his heart in everything." Laurence Sterne
1 comment:
ooo I love the roses they are beautiful
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