
The year growing ancient,
Not yet on Summer’s death, nor on the birth
Of trembling Winter, the fairest flower o’ the season
Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors.
~ William Shakespeare
(Winter’s Tale)

The year growing ancient,
Not yet on Summer’s death, nor on the birth
Of trembling Winter, the fairest flower o’ the season
Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors.
~ William Shakespeare
(Winter’s Tale)

There is loss in growing older. But if you can manage not to cling your hands will remain open, ready to receive new gifts of contentment, wisdom, and depth of soul.
~ William Martin
(The Sage’s Tao Te Ching: Ancient Advice for the Second Half of Life)
The lovely flower you sent me is like a little Vase of Spice and fills the Hall with Cinnamon – You must have skillful Hands – to make such sweet Carnations. Perhaps your Doll taught you. I know that Dolls are sometimes wise. Robins are my Dolls. I am glad you love the Blossoms so well. I hope you love the Birds, too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.
~ Emily Dickinson
(Letter to Eugenia Hall, c. 1885)