
Winter,

Spring,

Summer,

or Fall,
all you have to do is call and I’ll be there. ♪

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena
of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love. ~ Nikos Kazantzakis


We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird.
And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness
— and call it love — true love. — Robert Fulghum

‘Jester Pure Carmine’
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination. —Voltaire
‘Jester Pure Blue’

“I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you.
Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.”
— Angelita Lim


“You think because you understand ‘one’ you must also understand ‘two’,
because one and one make two. But you must also understand ‘and’.”
― Rumi


Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet remembrancers who tell
How fast the winged moments fly.
Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,
Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,
Who still their fairy footsteps trace,
As light they dance among the flowers.
Charlotte Turner Smith (1749–1806)


“If you are depressed you are living in the past.
If you are anxious you are living in the future.
If you are at peace you are living in the present.”
― Lao Tzu


The Snowdrop
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid,
Ever as of old time,
Solitary firstling,
Coming in the cold time,
Prophet of the gay time,
Prophet of the May time,
Prophet of the roses,
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid!

There is a sweet story from the eighteenth century concerning love and dahlias.
Sir Godfrey Webster was living in Florence with his wife when young Lord Holland came to town. Lady Webster took off with Lord Holland and in 1796 their first son was born. A year later old Sir Godfrey divorced her and she and Lord Holland were able to marry. The love affair between the lad of twenty and the girl of twenty-three blossomed into a long and happy marriage. And after they had been together some twenty years he wrote for her a little poem.
Between 1800 and 1805 the Hollands lived in France and in Spain where Lady Holland first saw dahlias that had reached Spain about 15 years before. She sent some home and it is on the strength of that shipment that she is given credit for the introduction of the dahlia into England.
Here is the poem he wrote for her:
The Dahlia you brought to our isle
Your praises for ever shall speak:
Mid gardens as sweet as your smile,
And colour as bright as your cheek.
The Dahlia