a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
For some reason that I’ve never been able to explain, I absolutely love mushrooms … except when it comes to eating them. Then I’m very picky. But when it comes to finding them in the wild, I’m endlessly fascinated by the vast array of shapes, sizes and colors they come in, their intricate details, their growth habits, uses and dangers.
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… But my heart is
Returned to sister winter
But my hands are
As cold as ice …
For me, wonder flows from paying attention to the world around me, whatever or wherever that happens to be at the moment. Paying attention to what is outside and beyond myself is necessary to get my eyes off me and onto the world God made, and then on to Himself.
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if doors had windows i would stand on tiptoe nose propped up on the wood between the panes and peer through as far as my eyes could see and my mind could comprehend if doors had windows part of me thinks i would be content knowing all the roads my feet had yet to tread…
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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’
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The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
– Andrew Marvell
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. Carl Sandburg
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“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
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“We have descended into the garden and caught three hundred slugs. How I love the mixture of the beautiful and the squalid in gardening. It makes it so lifelike.” — Evelyn Underhill
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