Women's work is always toward wholeness.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!
One has only to set a loved human being against the fact that we are all in peril all the time to get back a sense of proportion. What does anything matter compared to the reality of love and its span, so brief at best, maintained against such odds?
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.