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Any Committee Is Only As Good As The Most Knowledgeable, Determined And Vigorous Person On It. There Must Be Somebody Who Provides The Flame.

Where Flowers Bloom So Does Hope.

Flowers In The City Are Like Lipstick On A Woman-it Just Makes You Look Better To Have A Little Color.

When I No Longer Thrill To The First Snow Of The Season, I'll Know I'm Growing Old.

My Heart Found Its Home Long Ago In The Beauty, Mystery, Order And Disorder Of The Flowering Earth. I Wanted Future Generations To Be Able To Savor What I Had All My Life.