"I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck."
~ Emma Goldman ~
Flowers bring such sweet blessings to us. Lovers bring a single rose. Friends bring bouquets to celebrate joys & comfort sorrows. Children offer lovingly chosen blooms to show their affection for us. Flowers bring life & beauty & cheer & healing.
"The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns oblivious to the rose."
~ Kahlil Gibran ~
The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
With lyric music in the air,
Of joy fulfilled in song,
I can't believe that anywhere
Is hate and harm and wrong.
A paradise my garden is,
And there my day is spent;
A steep myself in sunny bliss,
Incredibly content.
Feeling that I am truly part
Of peace so rapt and still,
There's not a care within my heart . . .
How can the world be ill?
Aye, though the land be sick they say,
And named unto pain,
My garden never was so gay,
So innocent, so sane.
My roses mock at misery,
My thrushes vie in song . . .
When only beauty I can see,
How can the world be wrong?
~ Robert Service ~
"The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns oblivious to the rose."
~ Kahlil Gibran ~
The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
With lyric music in the air,
Of joy fulfilled in song,
I can't believe that anywhere
Is hate and harm and wrong.
A paradise my garden is,
And there my day is spent;
A steep myself in sunny bliss,
Incredibly content.
Feeling that I am truly part
Of peace so rapt and still,
There's not a care within my heart . . .
How can the world be ill?
Aye, though the land be sick they say,
And named unto pain,
My garden never was so gay,
So innocent, so sane.
My roses mock at misery,
My thrushes vie in song . . .
When only beauty I can see,
How can the world be wrong?
~ Robert Service ~