amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, the poppy's bonfire spread (133/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
fat pigeon on market street
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
friends in the park (132/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
you gotta keep it pollinated
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
None can have a healthy love for flowers unless he loves the wild ones
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
We feel and know that we are eternal
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Although motorcycle riding is romantic, motorcycle maintenance is purely classic (130/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
octagonal bokeh!
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Little flower, but if I could understand, what you are, root and all in all, I should know what God and man is
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
true friends, like ivy and the wall, both stand together, and together fall
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
flowers really do intoxicate me
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could, to where it bent in the undergrowth
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
It's spring fever.... You don't quite know what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
In all things of nature there is something marvelous
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
We ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things; which is the mean of many extremes
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
freshly baked sourdough loaves just out of the oven; just one more reason why my husband is the best
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
with immediacy and intensity, smell activates the memory, allowing our minds to travel freely in time
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by / One after one; the sound of rain, and bees / Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I’ve thought of all by turns, and still I lie / Sleepless…
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
we follow after bubbles, blown in the air
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
lick it, baby!
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
green fields
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied by a chance bond together / dangling this way and that / their links were made so loose and wide, methinks /for milder weather
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
back once again with the bird behavior
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Put a grain of boldness into everything you do
