The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination. – Terri Guillemets
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity. – Terri Guillemets
The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination. – Terri Guillemets
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity. – Terri Guillemets
Springtime flowers bloom like colorful arrows piercing their way to the sun. – Terri Guillemets
Life is amazingly good when it’s simple and amazingly simple when it’s good. – Terri Guillemets
Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth. – Hugh Macmillan, “Rejuvenescence,” The Ministry of Nature, 1871