Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved...

“Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume...

In lands I never saw — they say Immortal Alps look down — Whose Bonnets touch the firmament — Whose...

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. ~Maud...

I’ve banished Winter, saith the Spring, Awake! arise, ye flowers! Brisk breezes blow, Bright sunshine glow, And rouse the young...

“But Summer, gentle Summer, Comes shyly through the glade, And draws all hearts to love her, So fair is she...

“The vision must be followed by the venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps – we must...

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone...

 “The ‘Amen!’ of Nature is always a flower.” ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

  “The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them...