The season is always short-lived: they, donning their tender and fragile blue for a short rendezvous with spring and us, gathering them about us in a mad fury to soak up that loveliness every moment we can.
We can not tiptoe through the tulips but we can play among the bluebells.
And there is always nectar sipping.
We had vases next to bedstands, vases on coffee tables, vases on dinner tables, vases on desks, vases in the kitchen, vases on the piano, vases in the office and vases on the patio.
And what a happy predicament to be in, when we had run plum out of vases.
And what a happy predicament to be in, when we had run plum out of vases.
True wisdom lies in gathering the precious things out of each day as it goes by.
E. S. Bouton
E. S. Bouton
3 comments:
What beauty!
Your babes are gorgeous.
Love the walls in your house. Beautiful & Natural.
Beautiful! It stinks to live in the country and not have wild growing bouquets.
Lovely. Thanks for sharing some. Your jar's under the van seat, and I won't forget the head scarf!
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