Years ago when living in the Warwickshire part of England, as soon as the weather allowed we went for a regular walk in the small, nearby woodland. I remember with nostalgia the pure joy that accompanied the sight of the beautiful snowdrop carpet that suddenly appeared. That moment was one of sheer delight and wonder. The same thing later when they gave place to the bluebells.-Part of Nature's spell!
Brave little one,
born to a stark scene.
Clad only in beauty
weak sun for warmth,
in this dark time.
Hope, joy, peace,
the gifts you bear;
promise of life in
a still sleeping world.
Mo.
Flowers are the proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
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