~A collection of my photographs and favorite writings~
Thursday, April 26, 2007
The Sensitive Plant
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
"What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. They are trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable." ~Joseph Addison
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