So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.
For after all we make our faces as we go along.
We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.
One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about
I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.
gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.