Showing posts with label Sunday Selections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday Selections. Show all posts

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Sunday Selection

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Nothing Gold Can Stay 
by Robert Frost 

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sunday Selections

You are my Sunshine, My Only Sunshine

Toot, Celie, Hammie

You make me happy....when skies are gray


Lily, Celie, Porkchop, Toot, Hammie


You'll never know dear...

I swear, he's a cat - not a potbelly pig

how much I Love You

Sheena/Sha Nay Nay/Old Lady


Please don't take... my sunshine away.

Badger, Tory, Bugsy


Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sunday Selections

Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
~George Eliot

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sunday Selections


Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

~Louisa May Alcott

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sunday Selections



Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
 
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

~ Emily Bronte

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sunday Selections



The Gardener's Morning



The robin's song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me.
Get up and get out in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.

I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener's blood.



The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.

- Howard Dolf

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Sunday Selections


Garden Sanctuary

You who walk,
Maybe with troubled thoughts,
Come, enter here and rest;
And may the sweet serenity of growing things,
And the heavenly peace
Be mirrored in thy soul.

-Doxis M. Palmer

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Sunday Selections


"I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers."
-- Claude Monet

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sunday Selections


He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally
considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small
compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world
with a passion for flowers in his soul.
- Celia Thaxter

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sunday Selections


In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
- Kozuko Okakura

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Sunday Selections

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
- Marianne Moore

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Sunday Selections


Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower
could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply
wasn't room for any other thought....
- Sophie Scholl

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sunday Selections


Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun.

- Kahlil Gibran

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Sunday Selections


Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.
- Chinese proverb

Happy World Forestry Day



Sunday, March 14, 2010

Sunday Selections

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.
- William Carlos Williams

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Sunday Selections


Don't smother each other. No one can grow in shade.
~Leo Buscaglia

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sunday Selections


Love is a flower which turns into fruit at marriage.
~Finnish Proverb

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Sunday Selections


Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years.
~Simone Signoret

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Sunday Selections


Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:
So this winged hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.

-Rossetti, Dante Gabriel

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Sunday Selections



“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”
-Charles Dickens