Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.
Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray, Like the divining rods of Magi old, Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold, But love--strong love, that never can decay!
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
Snippets from my long weekend
♥ Wearing heidi braids in my hair again.
♥ Me looking like a flower garden with my sister passing off as a giant pink cupcake.
♥ Pigging out on a huge, delicious spread of chinese buffet for lunch.
♥ Having strawberry cake to celebrate my sister's bf's birthday.
How was your weekend, darlings?