Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers, swinging aloft on a willow spray...
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy,...
there’s gotta be a song left to singeverybody can’t of thought of everythingone little song that...
in the third year of our backyard garden, the Artemisia Silver Mound bloomed. i didn’t know...
no rain.no flowers.i don’t know who said that first...
the hum of beesis the voiceof the gardeni don’t know who said that...
if i am a wave then youare the sea.if you are a flower then...
if you’re a flower,i’m a flower.i don’t know who said that...
eat a bug every morning and nothing worse can happen for the rest of the day.i...
a flower does not thinkof competing withthe flower next to it.it just blooms.i don’t know who...
no raindrop in a flood ever feels responsible.i don’t know who said that first...