The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions – the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(faded, frozen and spent crepe myrtle and loropetalum buds and blooms / Julie Cook / 2015
Somewhere ’round a corner, in the secret garden of my mind
I thought I caught of glimpse of things that now are hard to find.
What stands before me now is simply lifeless browns and greys
Yet soon this empty landscape will bask in sunny rays.
Lifelessness and emptiness will soon be long departed
As hopefulness and happiness are finally getting started. . .
Here’s to the secret garden within all our winter weary hearts and minds. . .