Catkins (male cones) of Eastern White Pine
It strikes me that this may be one of the differences between youth and age: when we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts for others. —
Julian Barnes
from The Sense of An Ending.
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways. — Rumi (via nirvikalpa)
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Do you have any idea how soft a dew kissed peony feels when you bury your face in it?
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Mountain Laurel —- Beauty from my morning walk.
Grace Kelly
So beautiful.