Some grow young, some grow cold. . .
Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers.
Where flowers bloom so does hope.
The environment is where we all meet; where all have a mutual interest; it is the one thing all of us share.
Some may wonder why I chose wildflowers when there are hunger and unemployment and the big bomb in the world. Well, I, for one, think we will survive, and I hope that along the way we can keep alive our experience with the flowering earth. For the bounty of nature is also one of the deep needs of man.
Encourage & support your kids because "Children are apt to live up to what you believe of them.
My heart found its home long ago in the beauty, mystery, order and disorder of the flowering earth. I wanted future generations to be able to savor what I had all my life.
Runners like to train 100 miles per week because it's a round number. But I think 88 is a lot rounder.
It is a painful reminder that even the most well-intentioned among us sometimes act in ways that put children in danger of being abused or neglected.
America going into this huge, costly, never-ending war created huge debt, which became a huge problem in Congress and led to it stalling many times, putting a halt to different kinds of social progress.
When I got up this morning the sea was full of sun pennies - and now it all seems to be covered in lemon scrim. Writers ought to live far inland or next to the city dump, if they are ever to get any work one. Or perhaps they need to be stronger-minded than I am.