I’m not talking about falling into poverty, or falling into sin, or falling out of touch with reality. No, I’m talking about the fear of falling — physically. You know, when your feet fly right out from underneath you and you land with a Thump on the ground.
He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul. — Celia Thaxter
For nearly as long as I can remember, my mom has planted Impatiens after the danger of frost has passed.
They were beautiful. A profusion of color — shades of pink and white that made you smile when you peeked outside.