Weeds are transparently close to us. Yet we don't see them. There is something about that, their being right in front of us and our not seeing them, that made me think this really needed to be looked at.
- Doug Burgess -
Even in the most sordid street the coming of spring will register itself by some sign or other, if it is only a brighter blue between the chimney pots or the vivid green of an elder sprouting on a blitzed site.
- George Orwell -
Don't we all die someday and someday comes all too soon? What will you do with your own wild, glorious chance at this thing we call life?
- Mary Oliver -
