March 27th, Spring Tears… (Love Liz)

“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
” Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget, that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, ‘Wait and Hope.??? ~ Alexandre Dumas

Its as if spring is crying.
Its as if spring is crying.
Beauty can be found even in the most bitter sadness.
Beauty can be found even in the most bitter sadness.

March 22nd, Away… (Love Liz)

“The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away.??? ~ Anthony Liccione

Liz always loved leading lines.
Liz always loved leading lines.

March 20th, A walk in the yard… (Love Liz)

“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others–the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.??? ~ Jonathan Safran Foer

Blossom Blossom Blossom Green Purple Pink Golden pine leaves texture dandilion Blossom Into the abyss

Lizzy always loved the flowers in our yard in the springtime.

March 18th, Silent witnesses… (Love Liz)

“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.??? ~ Brian Jacques

I will always think of these with a note of bittersweet sadness.
I will always think of these with a note of bittersweet sadness.

March 12th, A day at the farm… (Love Liz)

“Awake! arise! the hour is late!
Angels are knocking at thy door!
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once departed come no more.
Awake! arise! the athlete’s arm
Loses its strength by too much rest;
The fallow land, the untilled farm
Produces only weeds at best.???
? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I got all the ducks in a row...
I got all the ducks in a row…
The horse making an ass of herself.
The horse making an ass of herself.
Liz's legacy
Liz’s legacy

March 8th, Daffodil in the sun… (Love Liz)

“Was Du erlebst, kann keine Macht der Welt Dir rauben. (What you have experienced, no power on earth can take from you.) Not only our experiences, but all we have done, whatever great thoughts we may have had and all we have suffered, all this is not lost, though it is past; we have brought it into being. Having been is a kind of being, and perhaps the surest kind.??? ~ Viktor E. Frankl

Liz alway's loved the spring Daffodil's, now they remind me of her.
Liz always loved the spring Daffodil’s, now they remind me of her.