Sadness flowers to the next renewing joy. – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets

Sadness flowers to the next renewing joy. – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets