Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
…and leave wishes to those foolish enough to make them. – Terri Guillemets

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
…and leave wishes to those foolish enough to make them. – Terri Guillemets
Always jump in the puddles! Always skip alongside the flowers. The only fights worth fighting are the pillow and food varieties. – Terri Guillemets
Around and around the house the leaves fall thick—but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow. Let the gardener sweep and sweep the turf as he will, and press the leaves into full barrows, and wheel them off, still they lie ankle-deep. – Charles Dickens, Bleak House