And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May. Geoffrey Chaucer And The Rose Was As Fair As She.Bon Mardi, Mais

And she was fair as is the rose in May. Geoffrey Chaucer And the rose was as fair as she….Bon Mardi, mais amis!

When you turn 17 on Saturday & really don’t want your picture taken…..apparently, you resort to the “ Cousin It” look…..not the first place my mind would’ve gone, but I think she pulled it off…lol….if you could see under this mass of gorgeous hair, you’d see she’s rather chuffed(the grin would give it away)…..cheeky, this one ;-)…..Bon Jeudi, mes amis!

When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself. Tecumseh Joy and gratitude....one feeds the other until you're not quite sure where one ends and the other begins. Take this shot, for example, what do you see first? Do you see just another street with a dirt pile & construction equipment? Or, perhaps, do you see the beauty of the late evening light, how it makes the greens pop against the rolling grey clouds in contrast with the dark shadows & asphalt of the street? Beauty is everywhere, things to be grateful for are hiding in the most mundane stuff you see everyday.....just waiting for you to discover them.....little G-d gifts......just when you need them.....always at the right time and place......yeah, He's THAT good..... Bon Mercredi, mes amis!

Some women feel the need to act like they’re never scared, needy or hurt; like they’re as hardened as a man. I think that’s dishonest. It’s ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn’t a rose at all. Crystal Woods, Write Like No One is Reading 3. Okay, I promise these are the last shots of these roses I’ll post….they’re just so luscious & dainty & gorgeous…think of it as me sending you flowers on a brilliantly blue skied, albeit Monday, morning……now, didn’t that brighten your day? It absolutely brightens mine….Bon Lundi, mes amis!

Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself [and trust in the One who created you]is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest. Mike Norton, White Mountain [thoughts in brackets , mine]. So eloquently stated, Mr Norton….I’m inclined to agree….Bon Samedi, mes amis!

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul. Luther Burbank Friday flowers for a friend….mostly from the garden….sunshine, food & medicine for the soul indeed, for the designer as well as the recipient:-)…..Joyeux Vendredi, mes amis!