These plants were delicate and gorgeous. I can’t say how they smelled because they were so small, but they certainly brought joy to my heart when I saw them. The hill was gorgeous wearing its cloak of weeds.
being weird is a marvelous thing, and YOU are a marvelous weird individual.
While we want to do good, and lend a helping hand to those who are in need, if we burn ourselves out, we can help nobody at all.
it seems like far too many people around me are also waiting. They are waiting for different things of course; some are waiting for that "special somebody", some are waiting for a better job, some are waiting for the political system to change, but there is a lot of waiting.