When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life. – Terri Guillemets
When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life. – Terri Guillemets
If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive? – Terri Guillemets
Life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges. – Terri Guillemets