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A Stroll in the Garden

Every flower must grow through dirt. – Laurie Jean Sennott

Look at the flowers-for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are. – Osho

 

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Cosmos

Calendula

Calendula

Lily

Lily

Lily

Hosta

Hosta

Phlox

Phlox

Gooseneck Loosestrife

Gooseneck Loosestrife

Sunflower

Flowers grow out of dark moments. – Corita Kent

A Stroll in the Garden

“look at its shape, with vibrant yellows and oranges, a sunflower can brighten your day…it’s as if it is smiling like a happy face painted on the sun…so if you do only one thing all day, let it be to smile, so you can brighten the day of others around you, just like the sunflower” 
― Bodhi Smith

 

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It’s what sunflowers do. -Helen Keller

 

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Phlox

Phlox

Phlox

Liatris

Daisy

Daisy

Joe Pye Weed

Joe Pye Weed

Hosta

Hosta

Sunflower

Sunflower

“Because somehow, the sun rises each day. Emerging from the horizon, brighter and more beautiful than the previous day. You’ll rise from the horizon too, learning to trust again. Learning to love again. Learning to heal. You’ll emerge so bright that the haters will be blinded. And darling, you’ll be the sun then, bright and beautiful, but they won’t be your sunflowers.” 
― Minahil

A Stroll in the Garden

Frog in a little pond can be much happier than fish in a vast ocean! -Mehmet Murat ildan

 

“We think too small, like the frog at the bottom of the well. He thinks the sky is only as big as the top of the well. If he surfaced, he would have an entirely different view.” – Mao Zedong

 

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Yellow Flower

Yellow Flower

Spirea

Batchelor's Button

Daisy

Bugbane

Bugbane

Frog

Frog

Rose

Rose

Hosta

Hosta

“Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur—this lovely world, these precious days…” – E.B. White