tarabunnyears:
The field was very beautiful and grassy, the beautiful flower was feeling sassy.
tarabunnyears:
Glad to see gladiolus.
tarabunnyears:
Dainty sweet pea vines, curl baby-finger tendrils gently 'round my heart..
tarabunnyears:
I am a rose of Sharon, ...a lily of the valleys.
tarabunnyears:
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
tarabunnyears:
Metallic flowers?
tarabunnyears:
Clusters of flowers.
tarabunnyears:
Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
tarabunnyears:
Basting in the sun.
tarabunnyears:
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
tarabunnyears:
Mimosa tree blossom.
tarabunnyears:
Life at best is bittersweet.
tarabunnyears:
A flower's appeal is in its contradictions - so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect.
tarabunnyears:
Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?
tarabunnyears:
Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed the soul.
tarabunnyears:
My beautiful flower, you got the power.
tarabunnyears:
I send thee pansies while the year is young. Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night.
tarabunnyears:
I will go, I said, to the country, when the red-bud blooms in the spring. And then, as of old, for sheer rapture, my heart will sing.
tarabunnyears:
A flower's appeal is in its contradictions - so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect.
tarabunnyears:
Pretty in pink.
tarabunnyears:
I try to think of funny days. We're walking barefoot on sunrays.
tarabunnyears:
Granddaddy Granddaddy, where's your home?
tarabunnyears:
I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.
tarabunnyears:
August sunset.
tarabunnyears:
And the ants go marching on.
tarabunnyears:
Standing proud.
tarabunnyears:
Iris
tarabunnyears:
Even unfurled, flowers show their beauty,
tarabunnyears:
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
tarabunnyears:
The beauteous pansies rise in purple, gold, and blue. With tints of rainbow hue mocking the sunset skies.
