I Wish I’d Said It

photo by jparadisi

For the joys a garden brings are already going as they come. They are poignant. When the first apple falls with that tremendous thud, one of the big seasonal changes startles the heart. The swanlike peony suddenly lets all its petals fall in a snowy pile, and it is time to say good-by until another June. But by then the delphinium is on the way, and the lilies…the flowers ring their changes through a long cycle, a cycle that will be renewed. That is what the gardener often forgets. To the flowers we never have to say good-by forever. We grow older every year, but not the garden; it is reborn every spring.

May Sarton

I Wish I’d Said It

Room 6 photo: JParadisi

    My hope that I would have a whole series of empty days, days without interruption, days in which to think and laze, (for creation depends as much on laziness as on hard work), was of course, impossible.

                                                                  May Sarton

 

Valentine’s Day 2009

     

…every artist is androgynous, that it is the masculine in a woman and the feminine in a man that proves creative. This I have always believed.

May Sarton