Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.

Faded Smiles Oft Linger In The Face, While Grief's First Flakes Fall Silent On The Heart!

Exclusiveness In A Garden Is A Mistake As Great As It Is In Society.

The Bright Incarnate Spirit Of The Morn.

There Is No Gardening Without Humility

So, Timely You Came, And Well You Chose, You Came When Most Needed, My Winter Rose. From The Snow I Pluck You, And Fondly Press Your Leaves 'twixt The Leaves Of My Leaflessness.