I took some random images today, moving about from one small color splash to another. A neglected garden, still flourishing despite the lack of caring attention.
Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
“Where you tend a rose my lad, a thistle cannot grow.”
Frances Hodgon Burnett (The Secret Garden)