Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
If you've never felt that you quite got a hold of it you just feel that...
I love having my hands in the dirt. It is never a science and always an art. There are no rules. And if it comes down to me versus that weed I'm trying to pull out of the ground that doesn't want to come out? I know I'll win.
