Posted on April 15, 2021 at 6:56 pm by Lisa Azarmi / FLOWERS, HOPE, NATURE, SPRING, WINTER “She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: “Winter is dead.” A.A. Milne – When We Were Very Young. Berthe Morisot – Daffodils, 1885. [share] « I can live alone If I had a single flower »
