The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off - and they are nearly always doing it.
Frances Hodgson BurnettNothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.
Frances Hodgson Burnettwhen the day comes that I kneel by your bedside and see your eyes close, or you kneel by mine, it must be that the one who waits behind shall know the parting is not all.
Frances Hodgson BurnettAs long as one has a garden, one has a future. As long as one has a future, one is alive.
Frances Hodgson Burnett