Growth Is Exciting; Growth Is Dynamic And

Summer Makes A Silence After Spring.

A Letter, By Its Arrival, Defrauds Us Of A Whole Secret Region Of Our Existence, The Only Region Indeed In Which The True Pleasure Of Life May Be Tasted, The Region Of Imagination, Creative And Protean, The Clouds And Beautiful Shapes Of Whose Heaven Are Destroyed By The Wind Of Reality.

The More One Gardens, The More One Learns; And The More One Learns, The More One Realizes How Little One Knows.

There's No Beginning To The Farmer's Year, / Only Recurrent Patterns On A Scroll / Unwinding...

Flowers Really Do Intoxicate Me.