2.19.2013



The solitude in this heavenly place is sweet balm to my soul, and the youthful time of year warms with its abundance my often shuddering heart. Every tree, every hedge is a nosegay of blossoms; and one would wish to be turned into a cockchafer, to float about in that sea of fragrance . . . 

 and find in it all the nourishment one needs.

- Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
I'm waiting, albeit patiently, for that "youthful time of year."
Posted by at Tuesday, February 19, 2013

2 comments:

  1. Magdalena SanderFebruary 19, 2013 at 2:01 PM

    Beautiful words AND pictures of course! Love fresh flowers in my bathroom as well :-)
    soooo easy and so good. so much soul.

    wish you happy day.

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  2. Debie GraceFebruary 24, 2013 at 5:57 PM

    Whenever I see flowers like those in the photos, I feel youthful again. :)

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