Monday, August 07, 2006

born


". . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!"
~ John Galsworthy ~

1 comment:

Laurie said...

Lovely little bloom. Looks so small and delicate.