flowers

When the time has come, every leaf turns to face the sun!It doesn't know if it has to, but because the call has reached it:Not knowing what to expect, it will, move slightly, twist patientlyand try to embrace whatever is coming! It might be too strong, it might be too weak, it also might just be perfect!

When the time has come, every leaf turns to face the sun!

Flowers, after love, must have been the best advert planet Earth had going for it.

You are the beloved child of this universe, so live as if everything is yours. Every morning the sun is rising for you. The rays of light are kissing you, birds are singing for you, flowers are dancing for you, and everything belongs to you.

Existence simply responds to you: whatsoever you are, existence gives you more of that. If you have many flowers within your being flowering, a million times more flowers will shower on you.

Flowers are the gift to us from nature, out gift to nature is our love.

Flowers are nature's gift of love for you.

The garden shimmered with candlelight from dozens of sweetly scented beeswax tapers set around to illuminate the space. In the center stood her painting table, now neatly draped in a crisp, white linen tablecloth and laid with her best china, crystal and silver.More lighted candles were arranged on the table, a small vase of flowers set in the middle, tender petals of red, pink and ivory adding a pleasing burst of color. More color glowed in the sky, sunset turning the horizon a glorious golden apricot.

Congratulations, everyone," I announce as I open the door to Noam's study. "You've finally broken Meira, the crazy, orphaned soldier-girl. She's snapped, all thanks to the mention of floral arrangements.

When I was younger, my mom loved to garden. But the flowers would never grow. She just kept trying.''I don't understand.''Because you can't.''What does this have to do with anything?'I don't fiddle with my fingers and there's no apology on the tip of my tongue when I say, 'I am my mother's son.

Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful.And if not the butterflies_ and the caterpillars_ who will call upon me? You will be far away. . . as for the large animals_ I am not at all afraid of any of them. I have my claws.__nd, navely, she showed her four thorns. Then she added:__on__ linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!__or she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower. . .

Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam

Collaboration is the essence of life. The wind, bees and flowers work together, to spread the pollen.

Mindfulness gives us the power to understand our deep connection with the trees, flowers, stars, sun and the moon.

Use the water of encouragement on someone else's flowers - especially the flowers that are wilted, trampled on, and taken for granted. But don't nourish the weeds.

It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.

When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers.

A cow's heaven is a flower's idea of hell.