Took some pictures of flowers in our garden. Flowers really do intoxicate me.
Flowers are those little colorful beacons of the sun from which we get sunshine when dark, somber skies blanket our thoughts.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
Flowers are our greatest silent friends.
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour.