I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face. – Katherine Mansfield
Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different. – Katherine Mansfield

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face. – Katherine Mansfield
Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different. – Katherine Mansfield
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. – Katherine Mansfield
Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change. – Katherine Mansfield
He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. “I am,” he sighed deeply, “contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.” – Ethel Pochocki, Wildflower Tea, 1993