It was a cold and showery August here on the countryside in the Alsace, no bed of roses at all, but a great summer for the fruit and our roses. 28 more words
1 week, 6 days
The standard of success in life isn’t the things.
It isn’t the money or the stuff.
It is absolutely the amount of joy that you feel.
3 weeks, 6 days
I am the resplendent shine of a flower,
Fiery in crimson joy upon the soil,
Scintillating, an ember in cyan,
I, never, fade in your world. 19 more words
1 month, 4 weeks