At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth.
May SartonI long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope and is always thrilling.
May SartonWhatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way.
May Sarton