Monday, June 28, 2010

Always Summer

The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying.  Its fragrant, delicate petals
open fully and are ready to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day
in the sun.  It is so every summer.  One can almost hear their pink, fragrant
murmur as they settle down upon the grass: 'Summer, summer, it will always be summer.'

--Rachel Peden