I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine.
- William Shakespeare
Isn't it odd that flowers are the reproductive organs of the plants they grow on?
- Logan Pearsall Smith
Forsythia is pure joy.
There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia.
Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh
In the hope of reaching the moon
that blossom at their feet.
- Albert Schweitzer